Man, lemme tell ya about my day in Resita. Woke up, sun blazin’, ready to chop some wood. But nah, life had other plans. I’m a lumberjack, right? But today, I felt more like a city slicker.
First off, I hit up Strada 1 Decembrie. Thought I’d grab a coffee. You know, fuel for the day. But the line? Ugh, it was longer than my last tree! I’m standing there, tapping my foot, thinkin’, “C’mon, people! I got logs to chop!” Finally, I get my coffee, and it’s cold. Cold! Like, who serves cold coffee? I’m fuming, but whatever.
So, I head over to the park near the Bârzava River. Beautiful spot, man. Trees everywhere, but I’m not there to admire ‘em. I’m there to get my lumberjack groove on. But guess what? Some kids are playing soccer, and they kick the ball right at me! I dodge it like a pro, but then I trip over a root. Classic! I’m on the ground, coffee spilling everywhere. I’m like, “Great, just great.”
But then, I see this old dude, sitting on a bench, laughing his ass off. I can’t help but chuckle too. It’s like, “Yeah, I’m a lumberjack, but I can’t even handle a root!” We start chatting, and he tells me about the old days in Resita. He’s got stories about the factories, the steel, and how this place used to be buzzing. I’m all ears, man.
After that, I decide to hit up Strada Traian. Gotta get some supplies for my lumberjack life. I walk into this little shop, and the owner, a grumpy old guy, is like, “What do you want?” I’m like, “Dude, chill! Just need some rope and nails.” He rolls his eyes, but I can tell he’s secretly amused.
While I’m there, I overhear some folks talking about the old Resita train station. Apparently, it’s gonna be renovated. I’m like, “Finally! That place needs some love.” I remember taking the train there as a kid, all excited to see the mountains.
So, I grab my stuff and head back to the woods. But on my way, I pass by the local market on Strada Libertății. Man, the smells! Fresh bread, fruits, and all that good stuff. I can’t resist. I buy a loaf of bread and some cheese. Best decision ever!
Finally, I get to my spot. Trees everywhere, just waiting for me. I’m feeling pumped. I start chopping, and it’s like therapy. But then, my axe gets stuck. Seriously? I’m sweating, cursing, and then I hear a voice. It’s that old dude from the park! He’s back, just watching me struggle. I’m like, “Dude, you’re not helping!”
But he just laughs and says, “You gotta be patient, my friend.” And I’m like, “Yeah, easy for you to say!” But he’s right. I take a breath, pull the axe free, and get back to work.
As the sun sets, I’m feeling good. I’ve got my wood, my bread, and a story to tell. Resita, man. It’s got its quirks, but it’s home. I head back, thinking about how tomorrow’s another day. Maybe I’ll just stick to the woods. Less drama, more trees.
So yeah, that was my day. A rollercoaster of emotions, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Resita, you crazy place, you.