Man, what a day! I swear, Kazanka really knows how to throw a curveball. So, I’m a bone cutter, right? Yeah, sounds wild, but it’s my jam. Anyway, I woke up this morning, sun shining through my window on Vulytsia Shevchenka. Thought, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
First off, I hit up my favorite spot, that little café on Vulytsia Haharina. You know the one? The one with the best coffee in town. I ordered my usual – double espresso, no sugar. I need that jolt, man. But the barista? She spills it all over the counter. I’m like, “Really? Is this how we start the day?” She just laughs it off. I mean, c’mon!
So, I finally get my coffee and head to the clinic. The streets are packed, as usual. Cars honking, people rushing. I swear, if I had a hryvnia for every time someone cut me off on Vulytsia Kostiantynivska, I’d be rich. Like, “Hey buddy, I’m not made of bones, but I can still break yours!”
I get to work, and it’s chaos. My boss, Oleg, is already yelling about some paperwork. I’m like, “Dude, chill! I’m just here to cut bones, not deal with your drama.” But whatever, I put on my scrubs and get to it.
Then, this guy comes in. He’s all frantic, like he just ran a marathon. Turns out, he’s got a broken leg from some wild stunt on Vulytsia Pivdenna. I mean, who does that? I’m trying to keep a straight face while he’s telling me how he jumped off a fence to impress his girlfriend. Classic Kazanka, right?
I get him prepped, and as I’m working, I can’t help but think about how this city is full of characters. Like, just last week, I saw a guy dressed as a chicken dancing on the corner of Vulytsia Kirova. What’s up with that?
Anyway, back to the guy with the leg. I’m cutting away, and he’s screaming like a banshee. I’m like, “Dude, it’s just a bone! You’ll be fine!” But he’s not having it. I mean, I get it, but c’mon!
After that, I take a break. I step outside for some fresh air on Vulytsia Nezalezhnosti. The sun’s setting, and it’s beautiful. I see kids playing, old folks chatting, and I’m like, “This is what it’s all about.” But then, I hear this loud crash. Some dude just knocked over a whole cart of apples. I’m talking apples everywhere!
I rush over to help, and the guy’s freaking out. I’m like, “Chill, man! It’s just fruit!” But he’s panicking like it’s the end of the world. I help him pick up the apples, and we start chatting. Turns out, he’s from Lviv and just moved here. I’m like, “Welcome to Kazanka, where even apples can’t catch a break!”
Finally, I head back to the clinic. The day’s almost over, and I’m exhausted. But then, I get a call about an emergency. Some kid fell off his bike on Vulytsia Zhovtneva. I’m like, “Seriously? Can’t a bone cutter catch a break?”
I rush over, and it’s a mess. The kid’s crying, and I’m trying to calm him down. I’m like, “Hey buddy, I cut bones for a living. You think I’m scared of a little bike accident?” He laughs, and I’m like, “See? We’re bonding over broken bones!”
By the end of the day, I’m wiped out. I head home, thinking about all the craziness. Kazanka, man. It’s wild, it’s beautiful, and it’s full of surprises. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Just another day in the life of a bone cutter, right?