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xdominiklivakovicx · 1 year

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Okay so this is specifically made for @crimsonicarus :D

Ya all can ignore it if u want, this is just a translation of my WhatsApp stickers to her and other foreign Croatia NT fans!

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So basically this sticker with Luka and Livi means: may the mother kiss you

The one with Perisic kissing Livi means: may the father kiss you

Sime: you can't

Rebic: is it?

Livi: God give me streinght

Strinic slapping Messi: get out of here

Livi: YAAAAYYY MISKO (I can't translate misko 😭)

Livi: why not?

Suba: come at me

Livi carrying Suba: well bye

Suba: I don't want to hear a word from you anymore

Livi ball mode on: good night

Pink Kalinic: don't make fun of me

Mandzo: gimme a kiss

Luka with bronze medal: well done my brother!

Livi lying on the floor: wake me up when this hell ends

Josko: serves you right

Luka with pyro: it's actually a Croatian song and idk how to translate songs 😭

Josko with his arms open: HUGGGGGG

Majer hugging Orsic: may the brother hug you

Krama is screaming ALE ALE

Angry Mandzo: what did you say-

Grbic carrying Budimir: opa cupa two of us together

Sime lying on the Croatian flag: undescribable!

Pasalic stuck in the net: I'm a little stuck

Sosa: #borntoparty

Sad Livi: I want to laugh, but I also want to cry at the same time

Majer and the ball: I will crush you like a roach

Livaja making an :0 face: well good morning to you (context: you finally understood it)

Rebic: no Rebic no party

Gvardiol and another guy (idk sadly who he is) giving each other a high five: high five!

Brozo with pyro and sunglasses: Happy Birthday my bro!

Josko from Sparta: fight for your people! (famous sayings from Croatian fans)

Rakitic with open arms: thanks God!

Majer walking around: I turned out to be a dude because my name is Majer (eh it rhymes in Croatian but not in English)

Pasalic jumping on Livi: I feel super like super Mario Pasalic

The 3 guys: don't sit on the ball, it will become like an egg

Deki sitting on the chair: here I am chilling

Vida screaming: LET'S GOOOOOOOO

Livi pushing the Frenchie: come on wake up!

Livi in yellow jersey: don't

Livi lying on the floor: you sleep like an old cat

Sime on the phone: I am a bit busy

Alvarez fouling Livi: GIMME GIMME

Livi with prezents: Merry Christmas, Happy New Year and good night

Angry Kova: I am a bit angry

Josko flying: Josko Gvardiol comes into save in last minute

Livi holding ball: positive made-up version of don't

Vida and the squad at the bus: another Croatian song

Heart on fire: another Cro song (heart made of fire)

Rakitic clapping: I am taking off my hat (I am very proud of you)

Kalinic lying on the floor: may god help me...

Deki waving: hello bro

Luka: I am sending you kisses!

Livi: finally break time!

Rog: *judges you in Croatian*

Livi eating chips: do not disturb me I have some other job to do (eating chips)

Sad Luka: I am a bit disappointed

Majer: well, catch up

Brozo: call me

Another dude that I don't remember his name: really?

Livi: PISS OFF! (like get tf outta here)

Deki and Sime: morning coffee

Sime: I LIKE (but us Croatians write it as AJ LAJK)

Livi lying on the grass again: school is killing me

Livi T-posing: domination

Deki grabbing Luka by his hair: where are u going?

Juranovic: Ew!

Rakitic with Domacica: do you want a Domacica?

Angry/sad Livi: WHYYYYYYY!?

Bored Livi: I'm bored bro

Livi rolling around: prepare me a burial

Livi and Rog posing together: chilly

Livi with his arms spread out: here comes the plane

Livi carrying his suitcase: don't disturb me I'ž going on vacation

Again Livi pointing at something: BULL'S EYE!

AND AGAIN LIVI: Happy Easter!

Livi holding a sign: burry me

Pink Livi: official pain

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Okay so I hope I managed to clear things out for u all, so if you want more translating you can ask me ofc! <3

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narkonianews · 2 years

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Slatko od dunja VIDEO RECEPT sa detaljnom pripremom

Slatko od dunja VIDEO RECEPT sa detaljnom pripremom Koliko puta ste kao dete probali slatko od dunja, pa niste mogli da stanete jeduci ga? U pitanju je jedna od najlepsih jesenjih poslastica. Slatko od dunja je u narodu poznato i kao kitnikez. Predstavljamo vam danas recept za domace slatko od dunja. Sa nama je snimala Hava, nasa strina i vrsna domacica sa kojom cete veoma lako napraviti ovo…

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#dunje #jesenji slatkisi #jutjub #kako napraviti #kitnikez #marinina kuhinja #Recepti #slatko #slatko od dunja #video #vojvodina #youtube

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vixeenity · 5 years

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ㅤ ㅤ I v a nㅤxㅤD o m a ć i c a

#domacica #ivan rakitic #croatia national team #fc barcelona #croatia nt

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butterscotcheye · 6 years

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Aw yea

#they came #domacica #cookies

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vanjaa · 3 years

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Slažete li se ? 🌺♥️🍰 🤗

#kolaci #domacica #recepti #djevojka https://www.instagram.com/p/CRJ2-0CpSd4/?utm_medium=tumblr

#kolaci #domacica #recepti #djevojka

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mg170691 · 3 years

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Best Domaćica ever ❤ . . @kras_hrvatska #domacica #cookies #kras #krashrvatska #medenjaci (at Zagreb) https://www.instagram.com/p/CIVgBq4p1OP/?igshid=c1cmnerwqq1c

#domacica #cookies #kras #krashrvatska #medenjaci

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marsreds · 7 years

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waitwaitwait- youre from the balkans? well i just love you even more now

hej, bre, anone moj, i am, from the “druže tito mi ti se kunemo” part and if you ever feel like hitting me up with any of ‘em baklava-pita-burek-rakija memes, i’m like 981547% ready and willing, ok?

#m asks #domacica #Anonymous

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turskibutik-blog · 5 years

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#instagramsrbija #srbija🇷🇸 #bgd #beograd #poklon #srb #novisad #stapokloniti #zanju #zanjega #poklonzaprijatelja #štampu #ljubav #darivanje #sreca #radost #iznenadjenje #poklonzarodjendan #domacica #poklonzagodisnjicu https://www.instagram.com/p/B3ryyoFBAZQ/?igshid=1qp39k2fpp3hc

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bunny-banana · 4 years

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proud to announce that this useless bisexual managed to make a really nice zeljanica for the first time all alone

#my gran would say 'prava domacica' but thats a bit exaggetated after all lmao

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longeyelashedtragedy · 3 years

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soo it's your birthday now right? happy birthday! 🎉🎉🎉🥳 wish you lots of domaćica, overall good vibes and of course zenit win! and i hope it won't be your worst bday ever 🥺

THANK YOU!!! omg i just realized i forgot to get domacica in time for my birthday, fail ajdfkaldf

i am NOT optimistic about zenit today but hey, 2020 could always surprise me ;)

#you're the best!#birthday 2020 #saint-dominik-of-zadar

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njegovadjevojcicasblog · 4 years

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Mogla sam mnogo vise,mogla sam mnogo vise platiti autobusnih karti na zimskom raspustu,mogla sam mnogo vise da vas ljubim i da se divim vasoj dobroti. Mogla sam jos vise od tebe da ucim kako je to biti prava domacica,zena,majka i kako se sa svim izboriti sa osmijehom. Mogla sam da nastavim da ucim kako izabrati covjeka poput tebe,koji nikada ne laze,uvijek prica malo ali pametno. Nikada nisam ni slutila da ce mi vas oduzeti,da ce mi bas ono zadnje vidimo se postati zadnje. Bas kao i nju,tako sam i tebe iznenadno izgubila,poljubila vas i samo vam se divila iako mi se nije odlazilo. Nikada ga neces upoznati,najbriznijeg i najboljeg covjeka punog dobrote,paznje,ljubavi,iskrenosti,ciste duse kao dijeteta,a tako ste htijeli igrati na mojoj svadbi. Mogla sam vise,mogla sam biti bolja unuka,mogla sam vas vise puta nazvati,ali nikada ne znamo kada ce biti kasno i kada cemo shvatiti da je sve sto sam radila premalo.

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croatian-nt · 5 years

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Dejan’s snippet-High school AU

Check the notes for the link of previous parts in the masterlist or find a link in my description.

I know, I know it has been super long since @domo-no-domo-yes and I updated this fic but here it is. Warnings for some self depriciating thoughts in this snippet. Enjoy :)

It was ten in the morning. Sure, it was late by most standards, but not for Dejan. Not on a Saturday, and definitely not after the Friday night he spent with Mario, Leona and Mo. His head was still pounding from the drinks, and he was pretty sure that his eyes were pretty bloodshot. In short, Dejan was still hungover and the furthest thing from being happy about being woken up this early. By the constant chime of his doorbell, no less. There was nothing more he wanted than to sink into his feather mattress and bury his head under a pillow. Unfortunately, however, that was not meant to be.

He sat on his bed, trying to think of who on earth would come at this ungodly hour. Definitely not Leona or Mo. They were drunk as skunks when he dropped them off last night. Mario? Dejan considered it, then shook his head. Mario wasn’t the sort to wake up early during the weekend either, unless there was an important game he had to train for. He then realised that the tutor Mrs. Vida had told him about was supposed to come over. Shit, he thought. He remembered that Mrs. Vida told him to expect his new tutor at around ten in the morning.

Dejan practically jumped out of the bed, scurried towards his front door and looked through the peephole. Standing outside the his door was the guy whom he presumed to be his tutor. Holy shit, he’s hot, Dejan gasped, shaking his head and rubbing his eyes before looking out once again, to see if it really was the cute guy, and not a random dweeb. Honey blond hair, skateboard tucked under his arm, muscular legs. Still the same guy. Looking at his new tutor’s face, something about the guy seemed rather familiar. Dejan shook it off, however. They were from the same school after all, so he might’ve bumped into him in the hallways at one point, and they probably shared some classes. He quickly pressed his phone’s camera on the peephole and snapped a picture, grinning to himself before opening the door, forgetting to put on a shirt.

He only remembered that he was half-naked when he saw his new tutor’s look of surprise. The guy’s golden eyes were wide and his soft lips formed an “o”. He obviously looked taken aback by Dejan’s lack of clothing. Dejan felt himself blushing as his tutor’s expression swiftly morphed into a dark scowl.

Come to think of it, the scowl matched the black clothes Dejan observed that the punk, Lukas, Luke or whatever his name, was wearing - a short-sleeved zip-up hoodie with studs on the shoulders, shorts with way too many zippers and straps, combat boots and fingerless gloves with metal letters spelling “FUCK OFF” on the knuckles. He also did notice, however, that around the guy’s neck was a lavender choker, and that his eyeshadow was of the same color. He couldn’t help but stare, and Lukas - or whatever his name was - cleared his throat.

“Can you please put on a shirt or something before we start...if you don’t mind? Unless that's equally hard for you as math obviously is, of course.”

Dejan smiled lazily at the small, annoyed tutor, whose face was becoming redder by the second, as he stepped aside so the latter could get in. He showed him the way to the small living room before heading back to his room to grab a shirt.

When he was safely behind his door and away from those sharp topaz eyes, he rubbed his head, which was still throbbing a little, as he picked up the shirt he had discarded on the floor the night before. As he began to pull it on, a slightly devious idea popped into his mind. He snickered, before taking off the shirt once more and opening his closet. He pulled out his team sweatshirt - red and white, with the letters “DL” in blue on its left chest area, and a large, blue number six printed on its back - and put it on. As he looked at himself in the mirror and combed his slightly mussed hair with his fingers, he chuckled, deciding that he now looked more like the rich footballer bastard that his new tutor probably took him for. He knew that look well enough. So be it.

He headed back to his living room with his school bag over his shoulder, reasonably decent this time. His new tutor took one look at his sweatshirt, glared for a second before ever-so-slightly rolling his eyes and pointing at the dining room, just immediately adjacent.

“I think it would be better if we studied over there.” He gestured towards the small, round dining table before slinging his backpack over one shoulder. Dejan wasn’t sure about the idea. He was more accustomed to studying in the comfort of his own bed, and for a few moments, actually toyed with the idea of inviting the punk to tutor him in his bedroom. He stopped himself, however, and forced a nod. The last thing he wanted was to get his balls cut off. His tutor might have been small, but something told Dejan that he was fully capable of messing anyone up when given the chance.

Dejan hastily checked his phone as he followed his tutor to the dining table, looking at the reminders he had written down yesterday after Mrs. Vida had talked to him about his new tutor. Among them was the name “Luka Modric”, which had to be his tutor’s name. Luka had planted himself on one of the chairs and was now taking out his math textbook, his notebook as well as some sheets of paper with problems written on it in surprisingly neat handwriting. Dejan’s eyes grew as he peered at the problems. He expected his tutor to come prepared, but not THAT prepared.

“Are you even prepared for this, Lovren?” Luka looked up and gave Dejan a questioning look. Dejan chuckled slightly before pointing at his messenger bag. He put it down before noticing that Luka was rubbing his stomach. It was a subtle gesture, but he noticed it all the same. He arched a brow at the gesture, and met Luka’s eyes.

“You hungry? Don’t pretend I didn’t see that.” Dejan nudged Luka on the shoulder before turning around and heading for the pantry. He opened it, and before he took out anything, he glanced over his shoulder and noticed Luka’s guarded, yet slightly curious expression. He smiled, before reaching for a box of Domacica and turning around to show it to the punk. Luka bit his lip, and his mouth was still expressionless, but Dejan could’ve sworn he saw the small teenager’s eyes light up for a couple of seconds. He shook his head, still smiling, before sitting down and opening the box. He then pushed it towards Luka, offering to share.

To say that he was not prepared to witness his tutor eating was an understatement.

As Luka began to walk him through the first few problems, Dejan noticed that he was stuffing his mouth with Domacica almost too quickly. Not just one at a time, but rather two, and a few times even three. Dejan himself was crazy for the chocolate tea biscuits, but this was a whole new level of madness, or hunger, or both. He shook his head slowly and bit his tongue as he tried to stifle the laughter that was threatening to escape from his mouth as he saw chocolate smudges on his new tutor’s lips and fingers. He honestly did not know whether to feel sorry for Luka, who most likely skipped breakfast, or find the sight of Luka stuffing his face hilarious and rather adorable.

“You do know that skipping breakfast is bad for you, right? I wouldn’t mind if you showed up a bit later. You really should eat.” As soon as he said that however, Dejan wished he could have taken it back. Luka's face seemed to close off even more and the scowl that had disappeared when he started explaining math came back.

“Like you don't pig out on those, Lovren. Don’t pretend that you don’t have four more boxes in your fucking cupboard, and probably many more empty ones in your trash.” He hissed back. Dejan felt his face heating up and reddening, and cursed himself for reacting that way. It wasn't as if he was ashamed of hoarding Domacica, but something in Luka’s glare made him feel exposed and naked, as if his faults were all on display for the world to see. He averted his gaze, shrugged and tried to concentrate on doing his work instead.

They fell back in silence and relative peace, save for Luka's careful explaining of the material and the occasional snarky comment from him every once in a while. The atmosphere was still rather tense but Dejan was actually beginning to understand the material they were working on. Much more than he understood things back when Mrs. Vida gave the class a pre-test a few days ago to assess their readiness. He remembered that he only got three out of ten items right. Thankfully, it didn’t count towards his grade for the term, but it was still rather embarrassing for him. He wasn’t a bad student in general, but he much preferred being out on the pitch or hanging with his friends rather than spend late nights studying, and even though Mrs. Vida was an excellent teacher, his own attention span wasn’t the best. He was seventeen, after all.

After an hour and a half, he found that he was nearly finished with the exercises Luka had prepared for him. There was one part that he didn't fully understand, however, and he felt his anxiety over not being good enough going up every second. He began chewing on a nail as he tried to take in the problems.

How stupid and idiotic could you be? To not even understand simple math?! Dejan heard the voice in his head chastising him, not once but over and over. This wasn’t the first time it happened, and he knew he should know better and ignore it, yet it still managed to get under his skin.

“Dejan. Dejan!” Luka snapped his fingers in front of his face to get his attention. The taller boy blinked twice at the gesture, nearly falling out of his chair as he rocked backwards instinctively.

“Sorry. I-I kinda zoned out.” Dejan shook his head before shifting his eyes towards Luka, who looked almost...worried? Impossible, he thought.

“It's alright...we can finish up for today since you couldn’t seem to concentrate.” Luka’s words still had their characteristic edge, but the venom that was present the whole morning was oddly missing. Dejan wasn't sure what to think of what he observed.

“No, I didn’t mean it that way...it’s just that…” Dejan tried to explain, before he trailed off as he looked helplessly at the question he couldn’t understand. He didn’t want to disappoint Luka or give the impression that he was stupid to yet another person. Yet, his pride got the better of him. If he admitted that he didn’t understand, he risked facing remarks that he would rather not hear. His ego wasn’t going to allow him to tell the truth. So instead, he kept his mouth shut.

“It’s just that you’re most likely feeling lazy, that’s what. I’m only letting this slide because it’s our first day. Any other day, I’m sure Mrs. Vida would love to hear about it.” Luka snarked, the coldness back in his tone as he began to clear the table.

Dejan sat unmoving and silent. Had Luka noticed? Or was he just thankful that the tutoring session was over? Dejan was inclined to think the latter, judging from the fact that it was a Saturday, and Luka probably had better things to do, unless he was an utter bore with no sense of fun.

He quickly masked his fear and anxiety with a smirk, hoping he looked more nonchalant than he felt. In truth, the tutoring session went much better than he expected and he didn't have anxiety attack over failing at most simple math tasks. Even though he didn’t manage to understand the last problem all that well, it was already an improvement over how he usually was.

“I’m sure you’ll be more than happy to inform her about my laziness in the future, golden boy.” Dejan teased back as he instinctively reached out to ruffle Luka’s blond waves. They looked so soft to him, and he couldn’t resist the urge to touch them, even though he was pretty sure that Luka was going to kill him for trying.

Luka saw Dejan’s hand coming, and immediately whacked it aside. Hard. He glared at Dejan, and the latter couldn’t help but notice Luka’s golden eyes flash with warning. Though the new tutor was silent, his posture and the fire in his eyes told Dejan that he was anything but calm at the moment.

“Unlike you, Lovren, I don't use my parents’ money to get good grades. And it seems my style is working better than yours, as of the moment...or should I say, for three years running.” Luka replied as he as he gathered his books and neatly placed them into his bag.

Dejan bit back a hurtful comeback that managed to make its way to tip of his tongue. He was more than an airheaded football player with rich parents. His math grades may have not been the best but that didn't mean he was an idiot, and if there was one thing he could live without, it was being made to feel as if he was stupid and ineffectual.

Aren't you, though? It seems as if everyone thinks you are. And who are you but what everyone sees you as?

He wanted so much to scream at his own thoughts to shut up and stop bothering him. He hated that they tormented him constantly. He looked away and rubbed his head a few times, barely noticing that Luka already picked up his skateboard and was heading towards the door. When he looked back and noticed that Luka had gone on ahead, he gave a rather sheepish smile as he he quickly followed.

“I guess we'll see each other...um…” Dejan trailed off, trying to remember if they even discussed the next tutoring session.

Stupid. You can't even remember to do basic stuff. How did you even pass your subjects until now?

“I'll text you. Mrs. Vida gave me your phone number.” Luka stated, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Dejan tried to stifle a blush upon hearing that. His tutor had his phone number? He definitely dreaded the inevitable stream of study reminders that might come flooding in, yet a part of him was genuinely curious about whether his tutor would really take the time to text him.

“Right. Makes sense. Have a good weekend?” Dejan nervously shifted from one leg to another, realizing too late that what he said sounded more like a question than a statement, as if he was asking if it was an alright thing to say. If he had to be honest with himself, he felt uncomfortable under Luka's observant look. It was as if Luka could get under his skin or see right through him - see that he wasn’t exactly the smug bastard that could charm almost anyone with a few sentences and a cocky smirk.

You are such a fucking joke. Pathetic.

He needed Luka to leave immediately, before his anxiety could rear its ugly head in front of his new tutor.

“Anyway, I gotta get prepared for practice now. See ya!” He quickly blurted out, as he practically pushed Luka out the door and slammed it. Dejan then turned around and leaned against the locked door, sighing to himself with relief as he wiped off the cold sweat on his forehead. I’m a fucking disaster, he thought.

He just hoped he could make it through the next tutoring sessions without any further incidents. It was nothing personal to either of them and Luka obviously despised him anyway. It wasn’t as if he was going to warm up to such a rude and obnoxious tutor anytime soon.

Besides, how hard could it possibly be, anyway?

Taglist:

@lovren-la-vida-luka

@ohmylovren

@synne-sol

@loodalo

@croatianstan

@living-lovren

@zadarskabagudina

@marice-marice

@pinessa

@igecko1320

@sejan-is-love

#croatia nt #dejan lovren #luka modric #high school au #long post

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gagagrne · 7 years

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#domacica da budem, #dzem da pravim 🤗 #dzemodkajsija #domace #apricotjam #kajsije #foodbloggers #instasrbija #homemade (у месту Bor, Serbia)

#instasrbija #dzemodkajsija #foodbloggers #homemade #kajsije #domace #apricotjam #domacica #dzem

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gvardiol · 5 years

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51, F, 173cm, blonde hair and brown eyes, I love football and politics, and for our first date I’d give you a tour of my palace then feed you domacica in bed

Aritte..... honey.... Im reminded of the cursed fanfic onCE AGAIN

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nadianada91 · 5 years

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Tacno ne znam kako bih ovo nazvala..

Razmisljala sam.. Nije da sam nesto bezobrazna, ali ne volim ovaj 21.vijek. Ljudi su sebi stvorili neka pravila i obicaje po kojima zive. I misle da tako mora biti. Znate: Ja vam ne volim darove za useljenje u kucu, darove za iseljenje iz kuce, poklone za rodjendan, poklon za Bozic, poklon za slavu, poklon onako kad se sjetis, evo dobila sam ovo gratis, na, uzmi, trebace ti. Nekako mi je ruzno to, sta ja znam.

365 dana u godini trebamo poklanjati dragim ljudima nesto. Zagrljaj, utjehu, ljubav, komad duse, obican cvjetic sa livade. Mislim da smo svi na to zaboravili.

Ja poznajem neke ljude koji jedva prezivljavaju ovo skupo vrijeme. Treba platiti racune, kredite, rezije, uzeti namirnice, napuniti frizidere. Male su plate, a veliki racuni. Ja sam bila dijete koje nikad nije imalo rodjendansku tortu, i koje nikad nije imalo rodjendansku proslavu. Nisam nikad to pozeljela. Nisam nikad htjela da se neko poprilicno potrosi na kupovinu poklona, jer je meni samo jednom rodjendan, jer je to obicaj, jer tako treba, jer su tako radile generacije mnogo pre nas, jer se tako danas radi i radice se jos dugo. Ja nisam isla na rodjendane svojih drugara, iako sam bila pozvana. Jednostavno nisam mogla da priustim sebi sve sto mi je tad bilo potrebno, a kamoli nekome poklon za rodjendan. Ne, nisam imala za obicnu cokoladu, ni neko Kinder jaje.

Ja sam bila ta koja je setala od prodavnice do prodavnice, pa kroz staklo gledala zeljno u izlog i u stalaze sa slatkisima i mastala da cu nekad sebi kupiti sve to. Isla sam u skolu bez knjiga, bez pribora, bez opreme, sa neadekvatnom obucom, nosila sam odjecu svoje brace, koja se prosledjivala, i ostavljala sa strane, ako, ne daj Boze, nekom zatreba.

Tesko je biti siromasan. To ostavlja posledice. Moji su se roditelji jako naradili i napatili da podignu bracu i mene. Nismo imali sve sto smo zeljeli. Na igracke nismo ni pomisljali. Drzali smo se skupa, hrabro, i tako smo prezivjeli teska vremena.

Osjetljiva sam po pitanju svega na sta su se ljudi navikli po obicajima. Bez vecine stvari se moze, slazem se da su pare neophodne da bi prezivjeli od danas do sutra, ali ako nema ljubavi i cistog, plemenitog srca, nema nicega. Dzabe je, pa sve i da poklonis pola svijeta, drzave, rijeke, jezera i mora.

I jos da nadodam kako se sad gleda na to da ako ja slavim nesto, imam neki povod za slavlje, nebitno koji, ako pozovem komsiluk, a ja nisam bila na njihovim slavljima, oni nece doci kod mene.

"Pa zasto niste dosli, zvala sam vas?". "Ti nisi bila kod nas, nismo ni mi tebi dosli, i dobro."

Taj moj komsiluk je takav tip ljudi koji imaju svoje rodjake i prijatelje koji sve vide. Ako dolazis praznih ruku kod njih prvi put u kucu, ne valja. Obicaj je da se donese kila kafe i secera domacici. Ko to jos ne zna, stvarno?? Ako dolazis na slavlje, a nisi uzela litru vina ili rakije za domacine, nije u redu. Domacica i domacin kazu da je sve u redu. Samo ta njihova rodbina i prijatelji se komesaju za stolom, i govore: "Kako se moze pojaviti na njihovom slavlju, u njihovoj kuci, GOLORUKA? Mogla je da ustedi pa da uzme neku bombonjeru, nije ona sad hiljadu maraka." "Stvarno, sramota".

Mene odavno ne pogadja misljenje zlih ljudi i njihovih zlobnih komentara.. Obicaj je da dodjes na slavlje, prvo i najvaznije da se pojavis zato sto te vole, zato sto si pozvana, dobrog raspolozenja, da ih zasmijavas dok im suze ne poteku od smijeha i stomaci ne zabole. To vrijeme koje provedes sa njima je neprocjenjivo. To je ono sto je vazno.

Rjesila sam, ako se nekad udam, da ce uz mene biti samo covjek mog zivota, dva svjedoka i svestenik. Necu nositi vjencanicu. Pokusavala sam da se zamislim kako ju nosim, pa nikako nisam mogla. Nije ona za mene. Nisam ja za nju.

Ja bih da zivim zivot onako, slobodno. Kako ja mislim da je ispravno. Da sebe usrecim, a ne druge. Sebi sam vazna.

Najvaznija.

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