Friday, June 20, 2008
You are not in Kansas anymore!
It is funny, but Sarajevo means two things to me, red house slippers, and cevapi! The first gift the S.O. gave me that wasn't chocolate was a pair of red fuzzy house slippers, since worn to a frazzle.
Basically he told me, 'Here are your papusen!' I said 'Thanks' and put them on, then he said 'You I tired, You I no cooking, I going, I get cevapi, you like beer?' So I said 'yes' to the beer, and hoped cevapi would be o.k..
'I going, pet minut,'
While he was gone, the azan was called from the nearest mosque, and I stood at the window and listened. It was very bluesy sounding.
I looked at my feet, at the red house-slippers and said to my self, 'Well Dorothy, you aren't in Kansas anymore!'
I left them back in the States, knowing that a new pair of house slippers would come my way, like it or not, they did, they are red too.
Basically he told me, 'Here are your papusen!' I said 'Thanks' and put them on, then he said 'You I tired, You I no cooking, I going, I get cevapi, you like beer?' So I said 'yes' to the beer, and hoped cevapi would be o.k..
'I going, pet minut,'
While he was gone, the azan was called from the nearest mosque, and I stood at the window and listened. It was very bluesy sounding.
I looked at my feet, at the red house-slippers and said to my self, 'Well Dorothy, you aren't in Kansas anymore!'
I left them back in the States, knowing that a new pair of house slippers would come my way, like it or not, they did, they are red too.
# posted by Katja R. @ 3:19 AM 
