Life in Slovenia

I should start at the beginning.

It all happened in 2008. When the big crisis kicked in, we just didn't know what to do. We lived our lives as normal. The government started building up the taxes. What could we do?

I was living in a small apartment in Ljubljana. It's the capital of Slovenia, a country the population of 2 million. In June the heating died and my roommates didn't mind because it was hot anyway. Nether them nor I had any jobs at the time.

But the winter came and it was pretty damn cold. So I found a job, easy data entry paid as if I was from India. Page by page. And it was complitely boring.

Slovenia, Land of Opportunities

I did everything: wash the dishes after the IT department, make coffee for the costumers and copy paste a bunch of crapy texts. Poorly written and grammatically impossible texts. I didn't mind.

One day we were driving around with our sales department. They had to do weekly meetings with costumers on the road browsing for new ones. We spotted a lady in front of a small store. She sold fireplaces and stoves but at the time of our arrival, she was standing there, making angry face to the bushes.

"Mrs. Kotnik," asked one of the colleague, "what happened here?"

She was clearly in distress. Started to talk nonsense about the gypsies.

"They come at day time. You can smell them in the bushes hiding, watching for easy targets."

Mrs. Kotnik was clearly not one of them. She invited us in, we talked about her new web page and she about her dying father. Who's in hospital and has a serious attack of Parkinson's.

At her sake we looked around the store and she showed us some photos of Janković's big new fireplace in the backyard. The mayor of Ljubljana was investing in outdoor kitchens apparently. Wonder with who's money.

Then the store doorbell rang and a young man entered.

"You have PC?" he asked her and she lost her mind, kicked him out theatrically and with course.

"You saw him, didn't you. And look out there."

In front of the store there was five or six of them, staring at us. Gypsies.

"They just need to take a good look, and in the evening they'll come back and steal whatever they can. It happened next door." She pointed across the street.

There was nothing left.