Man, what a day! I swear, being a bailiff in Druzhkivka is like riding a rollercoaster with no seatbelt. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s barely up, and I’m already thinking about the chaos ahead. I grab my coffee from that little kiosk on Shchorsa Street. You know the one? The lady there always gives me extra sugar. Bless her heart.
First stop, the mines. I roll up to the site on Kostiantynivska Street, and it’s like a scene from a movie. Dust everywhere, machines rumbling, and the smell of coal in the air. I’m thinking, “Great, just another day in paradise.” But then, bam! I get a call. Some dude’s gone missing. Like, seriously? In a mine?
So, I’m running around, trying to find this guy. I’m dodging workers, shouting names, and my heart’s racing. I mean, what if he’s stuck? What if he’s hurt? I can’t even. Finally, I find him chilling by the entrance, munching on a sandwich. I’m like, “Dude, you scared the life outta me!” He just shrugs and says he needed a break. A BREAK? In a mine? I could’ve lost my mind right there.
After that little adventure, I head over to the local market on Haharina Street. I need to cool off. Grab some fresh veggies, maybe a snack. But nooo, the market’s packed! People everywhere, haggling like it’s the Olympics. I’m just trying to get some tomatoes, and this babushka cuts in front of me. I’m like, “Excuse me, lady! I was here first!” She just glares at me. Classic Druzhkivka moment, right?
Then, I spot my buddy Vova. He’s selling homemade pierogi. I can’t resist. I buy a dozen, and they’re so good, I almost forget my anger. Almost. We chat about the old days, you know? Back when Druzhkivka was buzzing with life. Now, it’s like a ghost town sometimes. But those pierogi? They bring back memories.
Next, I head to the office on Shevchenka Street. I’m already late, of course. My boss is waiting, arms crossed. I’m thinking, “Great, just what I need.” But then, he starts laughing. Turns out, he heard about my missing guy. He’s like, “You should’ve just let him eat!” I can’t even.
The day drags on, and I’m exhausted. I finally get a break and sit on a bench near the park by the river. The sun’s setting, and it’s beautiful. I take a deep breath, and for a moment, everything feels right. But then, I hear a loud crash. Some kids are playing soccer, and they just smashed a window. I can’t win today!
As I head home, I think about Druzhkivka. The streets, the people, the chaos. It’s wild, but it’s home. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Even with all the craziness, it’s got a charm. I mean, where else can you find a missing miner munching on a sandwich or a babushka ready to throw down over tomatoes?
So yeah, that was my day. Just another Tuesday in Druzhkivka. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!