Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a tractor driver in Trostianets is like riding a rollercoaster, but without the safety bar. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
First off, I hit the road on my trusty ol’ tractor. You know, the one with the squeaky wheel that sounds like a dying cat? Yeah, that one. I’m cruisin’ down Shevchenka Street, and I swear, the potholes are like craters. I hit one, and my coffee nearly flies outta my hand. I’m like, “C’mon, Trostianets! Fix your roads!” But nah, they’re too busy with other stuff, I guess.
So, I’m makin’ my way to the fields near the park. You know, the one by the river? It’s a nice spot, but today? Ugh. I get there, and there’s this group of kids playin’ soccer. They’re kickin’ the ball around like they’re in the World Cup or somethin’. I’m tryin’ to work, and they’re runnin’ all over the place. I’m like, “Hey, watch out! I’m not a goalpost!” But they just laugh. Kids, man. They don’t care.
Then, outta nowhere, my buddy Vasyl shows up. He’s got this wild idea to race me. A tractor race! I’m like, “Dude, are you serious?” But he’s already revving his engine. So, we line up, and I’m thinkin’, “This is gonna be a disaster.” But hey, I’m in. We take off, and I’m bouncin’ around like a pinball. I’m laughin’ so hard, I almost forget I’m supposed to be workin’.
We zoom past the old church on the corner of Haharina Street. It’s this beautiful place, but I’m too busy tryin’ not to crash into Vasyl. I mean, who knew tractors could go that fast? We’re kickin’ up dirt, and I’m feelin’ like a kid again. But then, bam! I hit another pothole, and my tractor starts sputterin’. Great. Just great.
Now I’m stuck, and Vasyl’s laughin’ his head off. I’m like, “Thanks for the support, buddy!” But deep down, I’m kinda happy. It’s nice to have a laugh, even if my tractor’s on the fritz.
After that, I finally get back to work. I’m plowin’ the fields near the outskirts of Trostianets, and it’s peaceful. The sun’s settin’, and the sky’s all orange and pink. I’m thinkin’, “This is why I love this job.” But then, I see this old lady on the side of the road. She’s tryin’ to carry groceries, and I’m like, “No way I’m lettin’ her struggle.”
So, I stop and offer her a ride. She’s all smiles, and I’m feelin’ like a hero. We chat a bit, and she tells me about the good ol’ days in Trostianets. “Back in my day, we had real tractors!” she says. I’m like, “Lady, I’m just tryin’ to keep this one runnin’!”
Finally, I drop her off, and she thanks me like I just saved her life. I’m thinkin’, “It’s just a ride, lady!” But it feels good, ya know?
As I’m headin’ back, I pass by the market on Soborna Street. It’s packed! People are haggling, kids are runnin’ around, and the smell of fresh bread is everywhere. I can’t resist. I stop and grab a loaf. Best decision ever.
But then, I see this guy tryin’ to sell some weird-looking fruit. I’m like, “What even is that?” He’s all, “It’s a local delicacy!” I’m thinkin’, “Yeah, right. Looks like something my tractor would spit out.”
By the time I get home, I’m exhausted. But I can’t stop laughin’ about the day. It was wild, emotional, and just plain crazy. Trostianets, you never cease to amaze me. I love this place, even with its potholes and weird fruit. Here’s to more days like this!