A HORSE ON THE BUS

When you are working on a big cleaning, in your home or your apartment, you can hire a woman who knows and wants to do such jobs, who will be paid for it, but in this cleaning there is a lot of work which you can and you have to do only yourself (inside of wardrobes, commodes, cupboards, chest of drawers,...).

The cleaning of the kitchen should be given special attention. Regardless of whether it's big or small, it requires that it be devoted a lot of time if you care to clean and to make order each corner properly. The kitchen is it! The only way to comfort me is that this doesn't happen often, so it is endurable.

The kitchen commodes came to the line and just those which were the lower ones. When placing cookware, kitchen apparatuses, meal service, food items, and than food without which no household can function normally, then different kind of bottles with oil - of sunflower, of pumpkin, of olive ..., spice and much more, because I don't have a larder and always I need more kitchen commodes and shelves, but in the cleaning I would like to have them as less number as possible. It is so hard to work, because these activities require the right fit - squat, get up, get down, pull in ... If you have a good spine and it's not a problem, of course, and a proper number of years, but in my age .... this is already questionable. For me and my generation, physical therapy with any kind of treatment, before and after these activities, should be needed.

I came into position when kneeling I had to pull my head into the commode, trying to thoroughly clean all the corners. Previously, in the same position, several times, I pulled out everything that was in it, I don't know which one in a row the commode was. Just when I was trying to get out my head to wash my cloth, I hit with the head of the upper edge of the commode and this is exactly where I regularly hit in these and similar situations. At that moment, the pain, right in that part of my head, reminded me of this case.

It was a long time ago, in 1986, when I had a tumor surgery on the blood vessel of the head, which thanked God, successfully performed. Of course, I was careful, especially at the beginning, that nobody would hurt me in that place. Mostly I managed to do this.

One day, I'm going back from the doctor's control by bus, taking a place where no one can hurt me. When the bus was near the station where I needed to come out, I stood by the door and suddenly, before I left, I felt a terrible pain on my head in the area of my wound. It's not clear to me how I didn't swoon, how I endured this pain and stayed on my legs. It was terrible for me, so much so the tears glided down my face with a strong stroke with the elbow, in my still fresh wound on my head. It was an elbow of a man who was right next to me grabbing his arm over the bar above. As it did not come to his mind to excuse me after this rude, although accidental blow, one moment I wanted to say:

- Be careful, a ''horse''!

Because of unbearable pain, I was not able to say a word! I don't know how I left the bus at all, because the pain was still present. All my way to the apartment the tears ''were washing'' my face, and I suffered and suffered terrible pain. When I finally entered the room, where my daughter Nina was, I almost collapsed in the armchair. Nina attended only the first grade of elementary school and she was so surprised, looking at me with her open one's eyes wide asking me why I'm crying. I managed to answer her somehow:

- Some "horse" on the bus hit me!

She then, wide-open eyes, asked me with wonder:

- But Mom, are you sure there was a horse on the bus?! I can't believe!

I forgot about the pain and roared with laughter. I told her what really happened to me, as a man accidentally hit me with his elbow on my head, but he didn't make anything to excuse me. For such a person, in our country, in Bosnia, or in our region, we say that he is a horse. When you say to someone that he is the horse, it is a great insult.

I don't know why, because the horse is a wonderful, noble and clever animal, but that's it!

After she realized who hit me, my Nina smiled briefly, then gently hugged me with her small hands, looking sadly in the direction of my freshly wound.

Whenever I strike to my head, just at that place, rarely in the other part of my head, I remember this case ... and I smile so sweet!