Man, what a day! I mean, seriously, if I had a dime for every crazy thing that happened in Sveti-Tomaz today, I’d be rich. 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 Trg svobode. Beautiful square, but today? Packed with tourists. Ugh. I can’t even get my morning coffee from that cute little café without bumping into a family of five taking selfies. Like, c’mon, people! It’s just a coffee, not a photo op!
So, I finally get my caffeine fix and head down to Ulica 1. maja. I’m cruising, feeling good, when I hear this loud crash. I whip around, and there’s this dude on a bike, totally wiped out. I rush over, and he’s like, “I’m fine, I’m fine!” But he’s got a huge scrape on his knee. Classic. I mean, who are we kidding? You’re not fine, buddy.
I help him up, and he starts rambling about how he was trying to impress some girl. I’m like, “Dude, you just impressed me with that wipeout.” We both laugh, and I’m thinking, “At least someone’s having a good day.”
Then, I get a call. It’s my partner, Marko. He’s at the old church on Ulica Svetega Toma. Apparently, there’s been a break-in. Great. Just what I needed. I rush over, dodging tourists and their selfie sticks.
When I get there, the place is a mess. I mean, who breaks into a church? Seriously! I’m fuming. I start checking around, and I find this weird note. It’s all cryptic, like something out of a bad detective novel. “The truth lies beneath the stones.” What the heck does that even mean?
I’m scratching my head when this old lady walks by. She’s got this twinkle in her eye, and I swear she knows something. I ask her about the note, and she just chuckles. “Ah, young man, the stones have many secrets.” What? Is she a fortune teller or something?
Anyway, I’m not one to back down from a challenge. I start digging around the churchyard. I’m sweating, dirt everywhere, and I’m thinking, “This better be worth it.” Finally, I find this loose stone. I pull it up, and there’s a small box. My heart’s racing. What’s in it?
I open it, and it’s full of old coins. Like, ancient stuff. I’m thinking, “This is gonna be worth a fortune!” But then I remember, it’s probably evidence now. Great. Just what I need—more paperwork.
I’m about to call Marko when I hear sirens. The local cops show up, and I’m like, “Oh great, just what I need.” They start asking questions, and I’m trying to explain the whole situation. They’re looking at me like I’m nuts.
After a while, they finally leave, and I’m left standing there, covered in dirt, holding a box of coins. I can’t help but laugh. What a day, right?
As the sun sets over Sveti-Tomaz, I stroll back through the streets. The sky’s painted with these crazy colors, and I can’t help but feel a bit grateful. Sure, it was chaotic, but it’s my chaos.
I pass by the old mill on the edge of town, and I think about how much I love this place. The people, the stories, the weirdness. It’s all part of the charm.
So, yeah, today was a rollercoaster. But that’s life as a detective in Sveti-Tomaz. You never know what’s gonna happen next. And honestly? I wouldn’t have it any other way.