Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a baker in Jablonna is like riding a rollercoaster with no seatbelt. So, I wake up at the crack of dawn, right? Like, 4 AM. The sun ain't even up yet, and I’m already knee-deep in flour. I live on ul. Leśna, and lemme tell ya, it’s a quiet street. Too quiet sometimes.
So, I’m mixing dough, and my mind’s racing. I’m thinkin’ about the fresh pastries I gotta whip up for the market. You know, the one on ul. Piłsudskiego? Yeah, that one. It’s a big deal. Everyone’s there, and I gotta impress.
First surprise of the day? My oven decides to throw a tantrum. Like, seriously? It’s 5 AM, and you’re gonna act up now? I’m sweating bullets, cursing under my breath. “C’mon, you old hunk of metal!” I’m practically begging it to heat up.
Finally, it gets hot enough, and I shove in my croissants. They’re my specialty, man. Flaky, buttery goodness. But then, I hear this loud crash outside. I run to the window, and what do I see? A bunch of kids from ul. Słowiańska playing soccer, and they just smashed a window! I’m like, “Great, just what I need!”
But then, I see one of ‘em, little Jakub, he’s crying. I mean, I can’t be mad at a kid crying, right? So, I grab a couple of croissants and head outside. “Hey, Jakub! Here, take these!” His eyes light up like it’s Christmas. I’m feelin’ all warm and fuzzy inside.
After that, I head back to the shop, and guess what? My dough is rising like it’s on steroids. I’m pumped! I start shaping the bread, and I’m in my zone. But then, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy Tomek. He’s like, “Dude, you gotta come to the park!” I’m like, “Dude, I’m baking!” But he’s persistent.
So, I finish up and rush to the park on ul. Wrzosowa. And wow, it’s packed! There’s a festival or something. Music blaring, people dancing, and food stalls everywhere. I’m like, “Why didn’t I know about this?” I grab a zapiekanka, and it’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted.
But then, I see my ex, Magda. Ugh, the drama! She’s with some dude, and they’re all lovey-dovey. I’m trying to act cool, but inside, I’m like, “Why am I even here?” I mean, c’mon, Jablonna, can’t a baker catch a break?
I head back to the shop, and it’s chaos. Customers everywhere, and I’m running out of everything. I’m like a chicken with its head cut off. “More bread! More pastries!” I’m yelling.
Then, this lady comes in, and she’s super picky. “I want it fresh, but not too fresh!” I’m like, “Lady, what does that even mean?” But I smile and nod. Gotta keep the customers happy, right?
Finally, the day winds down. I’m exhausted but happy. I sit on my little stoop on ul. Leśna, watching the sunset. Jablonna is beautiful at this time. The trees, the quiet streets, the laughter of kids.
I think about the day. The ups, the downs, the surprises. It’s all part of the gig. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Well, maybe a new oven. But that’s a different story.
So, here’s to Jablonna! The city that keeps me on my toes. Can’t wait for tomorrow. Who knows what’ll happen next?