Man, what a day! I swear, being a shepherd in Staryi-Sambir is like a rollercoaster. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s barely up, and I’m already thinking about my sheep. Gotta check on them. But first, coffee. Can’t function without my morning brew.
I head outta my little house on Shevchenka Street. It’s a cozy spot, but man, the walls are thin. I can hear my neighbor’s cat fighting with a raccoon. Classic Staryi-Sambir, I guess. Anyway, I grab my stick and head towards the fields.
The fields are lush, man. Green everywhere. But today? Today was different. I’m minding my own business, counting my sheep, when I hear this loud noise. Like, what the heck? I look up, and there’s this old Lada zooming down the road. I’m like, “Dude, slow down! This ain’t a racetrack!”
So, I’m chasing after my sheep, right? They’re spooked. I’m yelling, “Come back, you fluffy idiots!” But they just keep running. I’m sprinting down Hrushevskoho Street, trying to catch them. I must’ve looked ridiculous. A shepherd in a panic, flailing my arms like a madman.
Finally, I catch up to them near the old church. You know, the one with the blue dome? It’s beautiful, but I’m too frazzled to appreciate it. I’m just glad my sheep are back. I’m sweating like a pig, and my heart’s racing.
Then, outta nowhere, this kid comes up to me. He’s got a soccer ball, and he’s like, “Mister, can I pet your sheep?” I’m like, “Sure, but don’t scare them!” Kids, man. They’re either super chill or hyperactive. This one was the latter.
After that, I decide to take a break. I hit up a little café on the corner of Lvivska Street. Best borscht in town, no joke. I sit down, and the waitress, she’s super nice. She brings me a bowl, and I’m just slurping it down. Life is good, right?
But then, I overhear this group of old men talking about the weather. They’re all like, “It’s gonna rain, it’s gonna snow.” I’m thinking, “Dude, it’s sunny right now!” But you know how it is. Old folks love to predict the weather like they’re meteorologists or something.
After my borscht, I head back to the fields. But guess what? My sheep are gone again! I’m like, “Seriously?!” I start looking around, and I find them chilling by the river. Just munching on grass like they own the place. I’m losing my mind.
I sit down on a rock, just watching them. And then it hits me. This is life, man. Crazy, unpredictable, but beautiful. Staryi-Sambir has its charm. The streets, the people, the chaos. It’s all part of the ride.
As the sun sets, I finally herd my sheep back home. I’m exhausted but happy. I think about how tomorrow will probably be just as wild. But hey, that’s what makes it fun, right?
So, yeah, that was my day. Just another day in Staryi-Sambir. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!