Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a Watchman in Komen (si) ain’t for the faint-hearted. Woke up late, as usual. Alarm? Pfft, what’s that? So, I’m rushin’ outta my crummy apartment on Trg Svobode, spillin’ coffee all over my favorite jacket. Great start, right?
So, I’m cruisin’ down Ulica 1. Maja, dodgin’ potholes like they’re landmines. Komen’s streets are like a bad video game. You think you know the map, but nope! Surprise! A giant hole just pops up. Anyway, I’m tryin’ to get to my post, but the whole city’s buzzin’ like a beehive.
First thing that hits me? The smell. Ugh. It’s like a mix of fresh bread from the bakery and… something else. Something rotten. I swear, if I find out who’s leavin’ their trash on the street, I’m gonna lose it.
Then, outta nowhere, I see this kid on a bike, right? He’s zoomin’ down the sidewalk on Ulica Komen, and I’m thinkin’, “Dude, chill!” But nah, he’s got that wild look in his eyes. Next thing I know, he swerves to avoid a dog, and BAM! Right into a lamppost. I can’t help but laugh. Like, bro, you gotta watch where you’re goin’!
Finally, I get to my post at the corner of Ulica Tomaž and Ulica Vojvode. It’s a decent spot, but man, the view is wild. You can see the old castle on the hill, and it’s kinda beautiful, ya know? But then, I hear this commotion. A bunch of folks are gathered around, and I’m like, “What now?”
Turns out, some street performer is doin’ magic tricks. I’m not even kidding. This dude pulls a rabbit outta a hat, and the crowd goes wild. I’m standin’ there, tryin’ to keep my cool, but inside, I’m like, “This is the best thing I’ve seen all day!”
But then, just as I’m about to enjoy the show, I spot a couple of shady characters lurkin’ near the fountain. You know the type. Hoodies, shifty eyes. My gut’s tellin’ me somethin’s off. So, I’m tryin’ to keep an eye on them while also watchin’ the magic show. Multitaskin’ like a pro, right?
Suddenly, one of them bolts! I’m like, “Oh no, not on my watch!” I take off after him, sprintin’ down Ulica 1. Maja like I’m Usain Bolt or somethin’. Heart’s racin’, legs burnin’. I’m yellin’, “Hey! Stop!” But he’s not stoppin’.
We weave through the market, past the stalls of fresh produce and flowers. I swear, I almost tripped over a crate of apples. But I keep goin’. Finally, I corner him near the old church. He’s pantin’, lookin’ like he just ran a marathon. I’m like, “What’s your deal, man?”
Turns out, he just stole a phone. I’m like, “Dude, really? In Komen? You coulda just asked!” But he’s all panicky, and I’m tryin’ to calm him down. I mean, c’mon, it’s just a phone.
After that, I head back to my post, feelin’ like a hero. But then, I see the street performer again. He’s packin’ up, and I’m like, “Nooo! I wanted to see more!” But hey, that’s life, right?
As the sun sets over Komen, I’m thinkin’ about how crazy this day was. From coffee spills to magic tricks to a chase scene worthy of a movie. I love this city, even with its quirks. Komen’s got a vibe, ya know? It’s messy, it’s loud, but it’s home.
So, I wrap up my shift, headin’ back down Ulica Tomaž, feelin’ a mix of exhaustion and satisfaction. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings. But for now, I’m just glad to be off duty. Peace out, Komen!