Man, what a day! Seriously, I can’t even. So, I wake up in my little studio on Shevchenka Street, right? The sun’s blaring through the window, and I’m like, “Ugh, not today!” But ya know, I’m a potter, gotta make that clay sing, right?
First thing, I head to the market on Komsomolskaya. It’s buzzing, like always. People everywhere, haggling over veggies and stuff. I’m just trying to grab some fresh clay from my usual guy, Vasyl. But guess what? He’s out! Like, how do you run out of clay? It’s a potter’s worst nightmare! I’m standing there, fuming. I mean, c’mon, Vasyl!
So, I’m like, “Fine, I’ll just go to the other side of town.” I hop on my bike and pedal down to the river. The Dnieper is looking kinda nice today, not gonna lie. I stop for a sec, take a deep breath, and think, “This is why I love Obukhivka.” The water’s glistening, and I’m feeling a bit better.
But then, bam! I hit a pothole. My bike goes sideways, and I’m like, “Noooo!” I tumble off, and my hands are covered in dirt. Great, just great. Now I’m a dirty potter. I laugh it off, though. Gotta keep it light, right?
Finally, I get to the other clay shop on Haharina Street. The guy there, Oleg, is super chill. He’s got this wild beard and always tells the best stories. I’m like, “Oleg, I need some clay, man!” He’s like, “Sure, but first, let me tell you about my cat.” I’m rolling my eyes, but I can’t help but listen. His cat’s named Misha, and apparently, he thinks he’s a dog. Classic Oleg.
After I get my clay, I’m feeling pumped. I rush back to my studio, ready to create. I start molding this bowl, and it’s coming out perfect. Like, I’m channeling my inner Picasso or something. But then, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, Taras. He’s like, “Dude, you gotta come to the park!”
I’m like, “What park?” He’s like, “The one by the old church on Soborna Street!” So, I drop everything and head over. When I get there, it’s a full-on picnic party. Taras and the crew are grilling, laughing, and just vibing. I’m like, “Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”
We’re eating, and I’m trying to keep my hands clean, but it’s impossible. I’m covered in clay and now ketchup. It’s a look, let me tell ya. We’re cracking jokes, and I’m feeling all the good vibes. Then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by with a kite. It’s flying high, and I’m like, “Man, I wish I could fly like that kite.”
But then, the mood shifts. Some dude starts yelling at his girlfriend across the park. I’m like, “Dude, chill!” It’s Obukhivka, not a soap opera! Everyone’s staring, and I’m just trying to enjoy my grilled sausage.
After the drama, we decide to play some football. I’m not great, but I give it my all. I kick the ball, and it goes straight into a bush. Classic me. Everyone’s laughing, and I’m just like, “Yeah, I meant to do that.”
As the sun sets, I’m biking home, feeling all kinds of emotions. Happy, tired, a bit dirty, but mostly grateful. Obukhivka, with its crazy streets and even crazier people, always keeps me on my toes. I think about my day, the clay, the laughter, and even the drama.
I get home, and I’m ready to crash. But first, I look at my new bowl. It’s not perfect, but it’s mine. Just like this day. Wild, messy, and totally unforgettable.