Post by Kassander on May 16, 2005 9:53:44 GMT 10
True story....
2 1/2 years ago, I walked in to a friend's house carrying a pastry we call in Macedonian 'tulumbi'. The occasion, visitors from over seas, more specifically, Kastoria. As i walked into the house, an elderly gentleman walks up to me, stares me down & says in english (but with a very heavy accent): "I am Kole, I am from Greece" I shook the man's hand & smiled at him saying, "I am Kassander, I am from Macedonia". His eyes lit up & he asked me, "which Macedonia?" I answered, "Does it matter?" The friend, whose house I was in began to laugh & said "ovaj decko e nas" (this boy is ours). Kole, or Dedo Kole as he insisted I call him from that point on, began to speak to me in Macedonian. He looked at me & said "I too, am from Macedonia". I answered "great to meet you, here are some tulumbi".
As we sat around the family room, Dedo Kole asked me "what village my family was from?" I answered him & to his delight he replied, "I know a couple of families there, who is your dedo?" I told him. He asked, "Boris, the Patizan?" I said yes. He told me an hours worth of stories about my grandfather, most of them I had already heard from others, but I listened intently anyway. He said, "whenever you are in my part of Macedonia, you can come & stay with me". I replied, "As a matter of fact, I am going to Bitola in a couple of months & have to go to Florina & Kastoria, so I'll take you up on that. But I have one favour to ask of you."
Well, the couple of months had finally come & I was heading to Florina. I gave my usual, "knock" at the border agent by singing 'Biser Balkanski' while he checked the passports & a couple of days later was in Kastoria where I was knocking on Dedo Kole's door. We ate & drank, then I went out for a walk, a little buzzed, & was singing 'Ogan da go Gori', staring down any male passers by almost provoking them to attack me for my singing a 'Skopjean' song. I'm actually surprised I didn't get me head kicked in! The next morning, Dedo Kole, his grandson (who was driving) & I got into his car, packed the water & began to drive south. I said to Dedo Kole, "I really appreciate this favour, just tell me a 1/2 hour before we get there". When Dedo Kole informed me we were about a 1/2 hour away, I pulled out the bottles of water & began chugging. Petro (Kole's grandson) pulled over the car & said "we're here". I stepped out of the car & asked Petro, "are you sure, I won't forgive myself for doing this on Macedonian soil!" Petro assured me, that we were in Thessaly, with a sly grin on his face. That was the longest & most gratifying piss I have ever taken in my life!
2 1/2 years ago, I walked in to a friend's house carrying a pastry we call in Macedonian 'tulumbi'. The occasion, visitors from over seas, more specifically, Kastoria. As i walked into the house, an elderly gentleman walks up to me, stares me down & says in english (but with a very heavy accent): "I am Kole, I am from Greece" I shook the man's hand & smiled at him saying, "I am Kassander, I am from Macedonia". His eyes lit up & he asked me, "which Macedonia?" I answered, "Does it matter?" The friend, whose house I was in began to laugh & said "ovaj decko e nas" (this boy is ours). Kole, or Dedo Kole as he insisted I call him from that point on, began to speak to me in Macedonian. He looked at me & said "I too, am from Macedonia". I answered "great to meet you, here are some tulumbi".
As we sat around the family room, Dedo Kole asked me "what village my family was from?" I answered him & to his delight he replied, "I know a couple of families there, who is your dedo?" I told him. He asked, "Boris, the Patizan?" I said yes. He told me an hours worth of stories about my grandfather, most of them I had already heard from others, but I listened intently anyway. He said, "whenever you are in my part of Macedonia, you can come & stay with me". I replied, "As a matter of fact, I am going to Bitola in a couple of months & have to go to Florina & Kastoria, so I'll take you up on that. But I have one favour to ask of you."
Well, the couple of months had finally come & I was heading to Florina. I gave my usual, "knock" at the border agent by singing 'Biser Balkanski' while he checked the passports & a couple of days later was in Kastoria where I was knocking on Dedo Kole's door. We ate & drank, then I went out for a walk, a little buzzed, & was singing 'Ogan da go Gori', staring down any male passers by almost provoking them to attack me for my singing a 'Skopjean' song. I'm actually surprised I didn't get me head kicked in! The next morning, Dedo Kole, his grandson (who was driving) & I got into his car, packed the water & began to drive south. I said to Dedo Kole, "I really appreciate this favour, just tell me a 1/2 hour before we get there". When Dedo Kole informed me we were about a 1/2 hour away, I pulled out the bottles of water & began chugging. Petro (Kole's grandson) pulled over the car & said "we're here". I stepped out of the car & asked Petro, "are you sure, I won't forgive myself for doing this on Macedonian soil!" Petro assured me, that we were in Thessaly, with a sly grin on his face. That was the longest & most gratifying piss I have ever taken in my life!
