Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a potter in Bile 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 up the market on Vulytsia Haharina. You know, the one with all the fresh produce? I’m there, just minding my own biz, when I spot this old lady selling the biggest tomatoes I’ve ever seen. I mean, these things were like the size of my head! I’m thinkin’, “I gotta get me some of those.” So, I go up, and she’s like, “Five hryvnias each.” I’m like, “Lady, I’m a potter, not a millionaire!” But I buy one anyway. It’s a beauty.
Then, I head over to my workshop on Vulytsia Kostiantynivska. I’m all pumped to throw some clay. But guess what? My wheel’s acting up. Like, seriously? It’s squeaking louder than a cat in a blender. I’m there, trying to fix it, and I’m getting angrier by the second. I’m like, “C’mon, wheel! We’ve been through so much together!” But no, it just keeps squeaking. Ugh!
Finally, I get it working. I’m throwing clay, and it’s going great. I’m in the zone, you know? Then, outta nowhere, my buddy Oleg barges in. He’s all like, “Dude, you gotta see this!” I’m thinking, “What now?” Turns out, there’s a street festival on Vulytsia Shevchenka. Food stalls, music, the whole shebang. I’m like, “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”
So, I pack up my stuff and we head over. The vibe is electric! I’m munching on some pierogi, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I’m talking to this guy selling pottery too, and he’s like, “You gotta try this glaze.” I’m like, “Dude, I’m a potter, I know my glazes!” But I try it anyway, and wow, it’s amazing. I’m thinking, “Maybe I should steal his recipe.” Just kidding… kinda.
But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, monsoon-level rain. Everyone’s scrambling for cover. I’m laughing, but also kinda mad. I just got my pierogi! So, we duck into this little café on Vulytsia Pivdenna. It’s cozy, and the coffee is strong. I’m chatting with Oleg, and we’re just cracking jokes about the weather. “Bile’s got mood swings,” I say. “One minute it’s sunny, next it’s a water park!”
After the rain, the streets are all shiny and fresh. I’m feeling good again. We wander around, and I spot this street artist painting a mural. It’s a huge, colorful piece of a potter at work. I’m like, “Hey, that’s me!” He laughs and says, “You should be famous!” I’m like, “Yeah, right. Famous for my squeaky wheel!”
As the sun sets, the festival lights up. It’s beautiful. I’m standing there, feeling all the feels. Bile is my home, and even with its quirks, I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I’m surrounded by good food, good friends, and a city that’s alive.
So, I head back to my workshop, tired but happy. I’ve got new ideas swirling in my head. Tomorrow, I’ll make something epic. But for now, I’m just gonna crash. What a day, huh? Bile, you crazy, but I love ya!