Man, what a day! I swear, being a swineherd in Zuhres is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s barely up, and I’m already thinking about my pigs. Yeah, my little oinkers. They’re my world, ya know?
First thing, I head down to the market on Haharina Street. It’s buzzing, like always. People everywhere, shouting, selling, buying. I’m just trying to get some feed for my pigs, but it’s chaos! This one dude, I swear, he’s trying to sell me rotten potatoes. Like, c’mon man, I’m not feeding my pigs trash! I’m like, “Nah, bro, I’ll pass.” He looks at me like I’m crazy. Whatever, right?
Then, I bump into my buddy Vasyl. He’s got this wild story about a pig that escaped from his farm. Apparently, it ran all the way to the park on Shevchenka Street. Can you imagine? A pig just chilling in the park, like it owns the place! I’m laughing so hard, I almost drop my feed bag.
After that, I decide to take a stroll down to the river. The water’s looking nice, but man, the smell! It’s like a mix of fish and... well, you don’t wanna know. I sit on a bench, just chillin’, when this old lady comes up to me. She’s got this huge bag of bread. “You want some?” she asks. I’m like, “Sure, why not?” Turns out, she’s feeding the ducks. I’m thinking, “Lady, I’m a swineherd, not a duck herder!” But hey, free bread, right?
So, I’m munching on this bread, and suddenly, I hear this loud honking. I look up, and there’s a bunch of geese charging at me! I’m like, “What the heck?!” I drop the bread and run. I swear, those geese were out for blood. I’m dodging and weaving like I’m in the Olympics.
Finally, I make it back to my pigs, and they’re just chilling, like nothing happened. I’m still shaking from the goose attack. I tell them about my day, and they just look at me like, “Dude, we don’t care.” Pigs, man. They’re the best listeners, but they don’t give a hoot about my drama.
Later, I head over to the café on Kostiantynivska Street. I need a coffee, like, yesterday. I order a cappuccino, and the barista, she’s super cute. I’m trying to play it cool, but I’m a mess. I spill half my drink on the counter. Smooth, right? She just laughs, and I’m like, “Yeah, I meant to do that.” Classic me.
As I’m leaving, I see this street performer. He’s playing the accordion, and it’s actually pretty good. I toss him a couple of coins. I mean, he’s out here hustling, just like me. Gotta respect the grind, ya know?
By the time I get home, I’m exhausted. My pigs are waiting for me, and I’m like, “You guys won’t believe the day I had!” They just snort and go back to munching. Typical.
So yeah, that was my day in Zuhres. Full of surprises, chaos, and a bit of humor. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Well, maybe a day without geese. But that’s a different story!