Man, what a day! I swear, Krotoszyn really knows how to throw a curveball. So, I’m just chillin’ at my usual spot on ul. Wrocławska, right? Just me and my charcoal, minding my own business. You know, the usual charcoal burner life. But nah, today was anything but usual.
First off, I wake up late. Like, super late. My alarm? Yeah, it decided to take a day off. So I’m sprinting through my tiny flat, tripping over my own feet, and cursing like a sailor. I finally make it out, and the sun’s already blazing. Great, just great. Krotoszyn’s sun is like a spotlight on my bad luck.
I hit the market on ul. Rynek, hoping to grab some supplies. But guess what? The vendor I usually buy from? Gone! Poof! Just like that. I’m standing there like an idiot, staring at an empty stall. I mean, come on! Where’s the loyalty? I’m about to lose it. But then, I spot this old lady selling fresh veggies. She’s got this huge smile, and I can’t help but crack one back. She hands me a tomato, says it’s the best in Krotoszyn. I’m like, “Lady, I’m a charcoal burner, not a chef!” But I take it anyway.
So, I’m walking down ul. Poznańska, and I see this group of kids playing football. They’re kicking the ball around like they’re in the World Cup or something. I stop to watch, and one of them kicks it too hard. Boom! Right into a puddle. Water everywhere! I’m soaked, and they’re all laughing. I can’t help but laugh too. It’s just a stupid puddle, right? But man, I was fuming at first.
Then, I head over to the park by ul. Krotoszyńska. It’s usually my chill spot. But today? It’s packed! Families, kids, dogs—like a freakin’ zoo. I’m trying to find a quiet corner, but nope. I end up sitting next to this couple arguing. Like, full-on shouting. I’m just trying to enjoy my charcoal and this couple is throwing insults like it’s a sport. I’m thinking, “Dude, can you not? I’m just here for some peace!”
But then, outta nowhere, this little kid runs up to me. He’s got this huge grin and says, “Mister, can you make fire?” I’m like, “Kid, I’m not a magician!” But I show him a little trick with my charcoal. His eyes light up like it’s Christmas. That made my day, honestly.
Later, I decide to grab a bite at this little joint on ul. Słowiańska. Best pierogi in town, no joke. I’m sitting there, stuffing my face, when I overhear some folks talking about the old church on ul. Kościelna. Apparently, they found some ancient stuff in the basement. I’m like, “What? In Krotoszyn? That’s wild!” I mean, who knew this little town had secrets?
But then, just when I thought the day couldn’t get crazier, I bump into my old buddy, Marek. We used to run around Krotoszyn like we owned the place. He’s got this wild story about a raccoon stealing his lunch. I’m dying laughing. Like, who gets robbed by a raccoon? Only in Krotoszyn, man.
As the sun sets, I’m walking back home, feeling all sorts of emotions. Happy, angry, surprised—like a rollercoaster. Krotoszyn, you crazy little town, you’ve got my heart racing. I can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings. But for now, I’m just a charcoal burner, living my best life, one crazy day at a time.