Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a potter in Starobesheve 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 the market on Shchorsa Street. You know, the one with all the stalls? I’m just tryna grab some clay, and boom! I bump into my old buddy, Vasyl. He’s all like, “Yo, you still makin’ those weird pots?” I mean, c’mon, dude! They’re not weird; they’re unique! Anyway, we start chatting, and he tells me about this new café on Komsomolskaya. Apparently, they got the best coffee in town. I’m like, “I’ll check it out later.”
So, I finally get my clay, right? But then, I see this old lady struggling with her bags on the corner of Kirova. I’m a sucker for helping, so I rush over. Turns out, she’s got like 20 kilos of potatoes! I’m sweating like a pig, but I help her to her place. She’s super grateful, gives me a couple of potatoes as a thank you. I’m like, “Sweet, free dinner!” But then I realize, I don’t even like potatoes that much. Ugh.
After that, I head back to my workshop on Shevchenka Street. It’s a mess, as usual. Clay everywhere, tools scattered like my thoughts. I sit down, ready to create some masterpieces. But then, my neighbor’s kid starts screaming outside. Like, why do kids have to scream? I can’t focus! I’m about to lose it, but then I remember my zen potter vibes. Deep breath, right?
I start molding this pot, and it’s looking good. I’m feeling it! But then, my phone buzzes. It’s my mom. She’s like, “When are you gonna settle down?” Ugh, mom, I’m a potter, not a banker! I roll my eyes and keep working.
Then, outta nowhere, the power goes out! I’m like, “Seriously?!” No light, no wheel, no nothing. I’m stuck in the dark, surrounded by clay. It’s like a horror movie, but with pottery. I grab my phone for light, and guess what? It’s at 2%. Great. Just great.
I decide to take a break and head to that café Vasyl mentioned. It’s on Komsomolskaya, and let me tell ya, it’s packed! I finally get my coffee, and it’s amazing. Like, I’m in heaven. I sit down, sipping my drink, and just watch the world go by. People are hustling, kids are playing, and I’m just chillin’.
But then, I see this guy trying to sell some weird trinkets. He’s shouting about “magic pots” or something. I’m like, “Dude, I make pots, not magic!” But he’s persistent. I can’t help but laugh.
After my coffee break, I head back to the workshop. Power’s back on, thank goodness! I get back to my pot, and it’s finally coming together. I’m feeling proud, ya know? But then, I accidentally knock over a whole shelf of finished pots. They shatter everywhere! I’m standing there, mouth agape, like, “Nooooo!”
I’m angry, I’m sad, I’m everything. But then I remember, it’s just clay. I can make more. So, I clean up the mess, and I’m like, “Alright, let’s do this again.”
By the end of the day, I’m exhausted but happy. I’ve got some new pots, a couple of potatoes, and a story to tell. Starobesheve, you crazy little town, you never fail to surprise me. Can’t wait for tomorrow!