Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a watchmaker in Praid 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 off, I hit the streets of Praid, and lemme tell ya, the vibe is electric. I stroll down Strada Principala, dodging tourists like I’m in some kinda video game. They’re all snapping pics of the salt mine, and I’m just tryna get to my shop. Like, c’mon, people, I got watches to fix!
So, I finally get to my little corner shop on Strada Sării. It’s cozy, ya know? A bit cluttered, but that’s how I roll. I got clocks everywhere, ticking away like they’re in a race. I open the door, and BAM! My buddy Mihai is already there, chugging coffee like it’s water. “Dude, you won’t believe what happened!” he says. I’m like, “Spill it!”
Turns out, he was at the salt mine tour, and some guy dropped his phone into the saltwater pool. I’m cracking up, picturing this dude fishing for his phone like it’s a lost treasure. Mihai’s all serious, “He was so mad!” I’m like, “Bro, it’s just a phone. Get a new one!” But hey, I get it. Phones are like lifelines these days.
Anyway, I get to work, and I’m fixing this old pocket watch. It’s a beauty, but it’s got more issues than a soap opera. I’m in the zone, right? Then, outta nowhere, the power goes out. Just my luck! I’m sitting there in the dark, surrounded by ticking clocks, feeling like I’m in a horror movie. I’m like, “Great, now I’m a watchmaker in a haunted house.”
So, I grab my flashlight and head outside. The streets are buzzing with people, and I’m thinking, “What’s going on?” Turns out, there’s a festival at the park near Strada Tineretului. I’m like, “Why didn’t I know about this?” I mean, who doesn’t love a good festival? Food, music, and all that jazz.
I wander over, and it’s packed! There’s this band playing some catchy tunes, and I can’t help but dance a little. I’m not a dancer, but the vibe is infectious. I grab a langos—this fried dough thing that’s basically heaven on a plate. I’m munching away, and life is good.
But then, I see this kid crying. He lost his balloon. I’m like, “C’mon, kid, it’s just a balloon!” But I get it. Balloons are like dreams, right? So, I go over and buy him a new one. He lights up like a Christmas tree. I’m feeling like a hero, but then I realize I just spent my lunch money. Oops.
After the festival, I head back to my shop. The power’s back on, thank goodness. I finish fixing that pocket watch, and it’s ticking like a champ. I’m feeling proud, ya know? But then, I hear a loud crash outside. I rush out, and some dude just knocked over a whole stand of souvenirs. I’m like, “Dude, what’s wrong with you?” He just shrugs and walks away. Classic Praid moment.
As the day winds down, I’m exhausted but happy. Praid is wild, man. It’s got its quirks, its surprises, and a whole lotta heart. I lock up my shop, take a deep breath, and think, “Tomorrow’s another adventure.” And honestly, I can’t wait.