Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a sharpener in Derecske is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
First stop, I hit up the main square, Kossuth Lajos tér. It’s usually buzzing, but today? It was like a ghost town. I’m thinkin’, “Where’s everyone at?” I set up my little sharpening station, all my tools laid out like a surgeon ready for a heart transplant. I’m ready to make some dull knives sharp again, ya know?
Then, outta nowhere, this old dude, Mr. Szabo, comes up. He’s got this ancient knife that looks like it’s seen better days. I mean, it’s practically begging for mercy. I’m like, “Sure thing, Mr. Szabo, I got you.” But as I’m sharpening, he starts telling me about his glory days. Dude, I’m tryin’ to focus here! But he’s all like, “Back in my day, we didn’t have fancy gadgets.” I’m thinkin’, “Yeah, and you probably walked uphill both ways too.”
Anyway, I finally finish the knife, and he’s all smiles. I’m feelin’ good, right? But then, BAM! A storm rolls in. Like, seriously? I’m in the middle of sharpening, and the sky just opens up. I’m scrambling to cover my stuff. I’m soaked, my tools are wet, and I’m just standing there like a drowned rat.
So, I pack up and head down to Rákóczi utca. I’m thinkin’ maybe I can find some shelter. I duck into this little café, Café Kávézó, and order a coffee. I need caffeine, man. While I’m waiting, I overhear this couple arguing. Like, full-on shouting. I’m just trying to enjoy my coffee, and they’re throwing around words like “divorce” and “custody.” I’m like, “Yikes, can’t a sharpener catch a break?”
Finally, the rain stops, and I’m back on the streets. I head over to the market on Fő utca. It’s packed! People everywhere, buying veggies, chatting, living life. I love it. I set up shop again, and this lady comes up with a whole box of kitchen knives. I’m like, “Lady, you’re a lifesaver!” She’s all excited, and I’m sharpening like a madman.
But then, I get a little too into it. I’m sharpening, and I accidentally nick my finger. Ouch! Blood everywhere! I’m cursing like a sailor. The lady freaks out, and I’m like, “Chill, it’s just a scratch!” But she’s all worried, and I’m just trying to keep my cool.
After that, I’m done for the day. I head over to the park by the Derecske train station. I just wanna sit and breathe. I plop down on a bench, and this kid comes up, asking if I can sharpen his pencil. I’m like, “Kid, I’m a knife sharpener, not a pencil pusher!” But I can’t help but smile.
As the sun sets, I’m reflecting on the day. It was wild, emotional, and a bit chaotic. But that’s Derecske for ya. It’s got its quirks, its charm, and a whole lotta heart. I pack up my stuff, head home, and think, “Tomorrow’s another day.” And who knows what it’ll bring?