I can`t wait to do this again, part 2 ///// Ne mogu da dočekam da ponovo to uradim, part 2

Month number 9, task 6

Part 1

Ona slatka repetitivnost radnji kad ste bili mali, koja vam uliva sigurnost i predstavlja ritual sam za sebe... Ritual kom se uvek rado vraćate! Ovo su još od nekih stvari koje sam volela da radim kad sam bila mala:

Da iznova ulazim u maminu ili bakinu kuhinju, pa da vidim šta to ima novo po fiokama...

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That sweet repetitiveness of your actions when you were little, which gives you the security and represents one specific ritual.. The ritual to which you are always glad to come back! These are some of the things I liked to do when I was little:

To get into mom`s or grandma`s kitchen over and over again, to see what`s new in the drawers...

Da nosim svoju figuricu-amajliju na sve bitne događaje, jer mi se sreća smeši samo kad je ona uz mene...

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To carry my lucky charm figurine with me to all big events, because luck was with me only when that figurine was...

Da izgrickam sve oko pomorandže, pa da onda najslađe ostavim za kraj...

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To eat everything around the orange part, and than to leave the sweetest for the end...

Da popijem penu iz maminog ili tatinog piva.. Ko bi rekao da ga danas tako neću voleti? :)

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To drink the foam from Mom`s or Dad`s beer.. Who would say that I don`t like beer that much now?

Da se uparadim za proslavu Nove godine, čak i ako ću je slaviti sa mamom i tatom i morati ići u krevet već oko 1h.

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To be all dressed up for the New Year`s Eve, even when I celebrate it with my Mom and Dad, and have to go to bed around 1h.

Da se sa sestrom glupiram dok se slikamo, uprkos svim naporima roditelja da ispoziramo.

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To make a fool of myself together with my sister while posing for the camera, in spite of all the effort of my parents to make us look serious.

Da jedem samo belo iz eurokrema...

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To eat only the white part...

No comment...

 

Koji si bili vaši rituali kad ste bili mali? ////////////// What were your rituals when you were young?

Sisters are a unique treasure!

Month number 9, Task 5

Kada sam ja rođena bila sam jedino dete u porodici. Pažena, mažena, centar sve pažnje.

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When I was born I was the only child in the family. Centre of all the attention, loved, caressed, spoiled.

A onda je posle jedno 2,5 godine mama u kuću donela jedan presladak, pre vremena rođen smotuljak. Rekli su da je to moja sestra i sada su malo od sve one pažnje polako počeli i ka njoj da usmeravaju. Imitirala sam ih, radila ono što i oni: mazila je, hranila, gledala je i smejuljila se na pokrete njenih milimetarskih ručica.

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And then one day, after about 2,5 years my Mom brought into the house one little sweet, prematurely born bundle. They said that it was my sister and now a little of all that attention they directed towards her. I was imitating them, doing all the things they did: hugged her, fed her, watched and smiled while she was moving her little hands.

 

No, nije bilo tako retko da uvatim priliku kada odrasli ne gledaju pa da joj stavim prst u oko, ili da je bacim na pod, onako svu nevinu i umotanu. Plakala sam posle znajući da sam uradila nešto zabranjeno, ali bilo je jače od mene. Posle je malo porasla, pa sam promenila taktiku: sada su morali i meni da daju sve što i njoj, da sa mnom rade sve što i sa njom. Ponovo sam počela da pijem mleko iz flašice, ako  krenu po krompir u podrum zajedno sa njom u rukama jer plače, odmah se i ja uvatim za drugu ruku.

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Anyway, not so rarely, I was catching the opportunity when the grown-ups weren`t watching, to put a finger in her eye, or to throw her on the floor, that little and innocent bundle. I was crying afterwards knowing that I did something wrong, but it was stronger than me. Then she grown a bit older, and I changed a tactic: they had to give me everything they were giving to her, had to do with me all the things they did to her. I started to drink milk from the baby bottle again, if they were to go to the basement for eg, the potato and were carrying her in the arms because she was crying, I was immediately catching the other hand.

 

Sestra je počela da izrasta u jedno jako milo i mirno stvorenje, koje se nije bunilo ni za šta, i uvek je čekala da ja prva biram, pa njoj šta ostane. Jedno vreme je čak plakala sva tužna što nije bila dečak, pa je tražila da je šišaju na kratko.

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My sister started to grown into one dear and caring girl, who wouldn`t mind anything, and was always waiting for me to choose first, and she was satisfied with the other thing left. In one period she was crying because she wasn`t born as a boy, so she wanted to have a boylike hair.

I ponekad nije mogla da dočeka da poraste, pa da doživi neke stvari kroz koje je njena starija sestra već prošla.

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And sometimes she couldn`t wait to grow up and to experience some of the things her older sister has already tried.

Onda je došla jedna duga faza kada smo se puno zajedno igrale i kada sam shvatala šta to znači imati sestru, šta znači ne biti sam.

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Than came one long phase when we were playing together and when I really became aware of what it means to have a sister, what it means not to be alone.

U svom pubertetu sam to ponekad zaboravljala, u situacijama kada čujem ono roditeljsko: "možeš da ideš, samo ako povedeš svoju mlađu sestru sa sobom"... No, to me je brzo prošlo, i onda sam jedva čekala da se tako sazrela družim sa svojom sestrom, sa njom da pričam i krijem tajne od mame i tate. Ali, đavola! Sada je došao njen pubertet i ona nije htela da ide bilo gde sa svojom starijom sestrom. Imala je svoje priče, svoje tajne i svoje faze. 

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In my puberty sometimes I was forgetting about that, in the situations when my parents were like: "Ok, you can go, but only if you bring your younger sister with you".. Anyway, I got over that fastly, and than I couldn`t wait to hang out with my sister matured like that, to talk with her and to hide our secrets form Mom and Dad. But, no! Now her puberty came and now she was the one who didn`t want to hang out with her older sister. She got her own stories, her secrets and her phases.

No, ja sam strpljivo čekala da izađe iz te svoje faze, i od tada uspešno održavam svesnost da je imati sestru najveće blago koje neko može imati. Barem, dok ne dobiješ svoje dete :)

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Anyway, I was patiently waiting for her to get out of that phase, and from than on I`m constantly aware of the fact that having a sister is the greatest treasure that one can have. At least until you have your own child :)

Čudno je to kako neko ko je po mnogim stvarima dijametralno različit od tebe, može toliko da ti bude blizak i da te razume i poznaje kao nijedna drugarica koju si sama birala.

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It`s funny how someone who is so different from you, can be so close to you, know you and understand you like no other friend you have chosen for yourself.

Prošlo je dosta vremena, sa svim svojim fazama, a ja i dalje mogu reći da je moja sestra i moja najbolja drugarica. Znam tačno kada da je pustim jer želi da bude sama, a kada da zovem malo više jer je možda usamljena. I ona isto tako. Iako ponekad jedna radi stvari koje druga nikada ne bi, obe znamo da poštujemo naše različitosti i ne osuđujemo se.

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It`s been a long time now, with all its phases, and I could still easily say that my sister is my best friend. I know exactly when to let her be by herself, and when to call her a bit more often because she maybe feels lonely. She does that also. Even though sometimes one is doing things the other one would maybe never do, we both know how to respect our differences and not to judge one another.

Moja sestra se nedavno udala, i polako zasniva svoju porodicu. Dinamika našeg odnosa se sa tim životnim promenama neminovno mora menjati, ali bliskost i povezanost ostaju, i niko ih ne može uništiti.

Volim te, Dando!

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My sister has recently got married, and she`s slowly making her own primary family. The dynamics of our relatioship inevitably is changing because of that, but our closeness and bond are staying, and no one can destroy them.

I love you, Dando!

Boogieman, children thieves and others from that gang ///////// Babaroga, kradljivci dece i ostali iz te ekipe

Month number 9, Task 2

Skoro sam sa momkom pričala o strahovima koje smo imali kad smo bili mali. Ni jedan ni drugi nismo nikad čak ni pomislili na nešto kao npr. Babarogu. Mene nisu plašili ni priče o njoj, ni filmovi, niti zastrašivanja. 

Sećam se da je kod sestre palila on klasična priča o ljudima koji idu ulicom i koji kradu malu decu ako neće da jedu. I ti ljudi su uvek bili neki "cigani"?! (Diskriminacija od ranih nogu or what?!) Elem, ja čak ni posle tih priča nisam htela da jedem. Hranu meni uterati u usta, bio je baš izazov :)

Momak kaže da se bojao nekakvog čudovišta za koje je verovao da živi u njegovom podrumu. Nije to bila Babaroga, niti je uopšte mogao da objasni njegov izgled, već samo osećaj da tu živi i da čeka samo njega. I pokušavao je on da odstrani taj strah, ali svaki put kada je izlazio napolje, bacio bi pogled na podrum i osećao kao da ga posmatra. Ili da samo njega čeka. I tako se moj junak hrabrio i hrabrio da se suoči sa njim, jer je video da od čekanja nema vajde. Skupi on hrabrost jedan dan, stisne dupe i otrči u podrum. Kad je otvorio vrata, viknuo je na sav glas: "Šta je? Ajdeee.. Ne možeš mi ništaaaaa." Mali on, sa 5-6 godina. A kaže da bi baš bila fora da je tada tu bio jedan lokalni čovek- lutalica, koji je običavao da ulazi u tuđe podrume da se ugreje... (I ako iz ovoga prethodnog niste zaključili da je moj moma još od malih nogu bio jedan neustrašivi i proaktivan deran, onda... pročitajte još jednom, ali pažljivije... :) ).

A ja sam imala ovaj strah: bila sam ubeđena da mene i sestru neko gleda noću dok spavamo. Inače smo živeli na prvom spratu, jedno 15m iznad zemlje, gde je bilo nemoguće da neko stoji na merdevinama i gleda nas kroz prozor, kao što sam ja zamišljala. I tako taj "neko" gleda kroz prozor, i ako vidi da se neka od nas dve pomera dok spava, shvatiće da tu nekog ima, ući će i... Taj sledeći deo nisam ni razradila, ali dovoljno je strašno bilo da neki stranac upadne u moju sobu. Zbog svega toga nikako nisam mogla da zaspim, ali sam se terala da se ne pomeram, jer "ne sme da vidi da tu nekoga ima". A znate ono kada razmišljate o tome kako da se namestite u krevetu, pa vam onda k'o za inat svaka poza dođe nezgodna. I baš morate da se okrenete! Pa onda ja kažem sebi da brojim do 10, pa ću se naglo okrenuti i suočiti sa tim da li nekoga ima na prozoru. 1, 2, 3... 10.. ajde još jednom... 1, 2, 3... 10... ajde sad do 20... I tako neko vreme, dok ne presečem i naglo pogledam u prozor. Kada se uverim da nema nikoga, sa dubokim izdahom se bacim nazad u krevet, i zaspim otprilike kao Mr Bean kad je brojao ovce :)

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Recently I was talking with my BF about the fears we had when we were little. None of us had feared from eg. famous Boogieman. I wasn`t scared of the stories about it, neither the movies, neither the intimidation of others with this creature.

I remember that my sister was afraid of the stories about the people who are wandering round the streets and are stealing little children who don`t eat. And those people were always the gypsies?! (Discrimination from the early ages or what?) Btw, even after those stories, I didn`t want to eat. To put food into my mouth was a proper mission :)

My BF says that he was afraid of some kind of a creature which was living in his basement. It wasn`t a Boogieman, and he couldn1t even explain the way he looks, but just the feeling that somebody is living there and is waiting just for him. And he was trying to get rid of that fear, but every time when he was going out, he looked at the basement, and he always felt as if someone is watching him. And as if someone is waiting only for him in that basement. And so my hero was encouraging himself from day to day, cause he realized that there`s no use of waiting. So, he caught a strength one day, and went straight to the basement.  He opened the door, and screamed from the top of his lungs: " Whaaaat?! Come oooon. What are you waiiiitiiiing foooor? I`m heeeereeee!" Little him, of 5-6 age. And he says that it would be interesting that one local vagabundo was there, who had a habit to go into people`a basements to warm himself... (And if you haven`t noticed from the previous mentioned what a fearless and proactive lad my BF is, then... Read again, more carefully :) ).

And I had this fear:  I was convinced that somebody is watching me and my sister while we are sleeping. Btw, we were living on the 1st floor, at least 15 above the ground, and it wasn`t possible at all that somebody could climb the ladder and watch us through the window, as I believed. Anyway, that "someone" is watching through the window, and if some of us two moves, he`ll notice that someone is in there, and he will.. Well, I didn`t work on that one, but it was enough fearful that some stranger could come into my room. And from all that I couldn`t fall asleep, but I was forcing myself not to move, because he`ll notice that somebody is in there. And you know that moment when you just can`t find the right position in the bed, and exactly then you must toss and turn all the time. Then I say to myself to count to 10, and then to turn around quickly and look at the window, whether somebody is there or not. 1, 2, 3... 10.. another turn... 1, 2, 3... 10.. now count to 20.. And I was doing like that for a while, until I suddenly cope, get up and look at the window When I`m convinced that there`s nobody there, with a deep exhale I fall back into bed, and fall asleep like Mr Bean when he was counting sheep :)

Sestra i ja smo imale neki strah da smo nezaštićene ako m i t zatvore vrata od naše sobe dok spavamo. Godinama smo spavale sa otvorenim vratima od naše i njihove sobe, dok je njihovo hrkanje otprilike bio mio zvuk, koji je ukazivao da su tu i da nam niko ne može ništa. Takav "mili zvuk" je baš pravi dokaz da je sve u našim glavama, ha?

Naravoučenije cele priče:

Ako neko pored vas hrče, vi zamišljajte kako je to znak da vam pored njega ne može niko ništa, i lakše ćete zaspati :)

PS - Čega ste se vi plašili?

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Sister and me had a fear that we were unprotected when Mom and Dad were closing the door of our room, while we were sleeping. For years we were sleeping with both our and their doors closed, while their snoring was like a sweet sound that was a sign that they were there and that nobody can do us no harm. That kind of  "sweet sound" is a proof that everything is in our heads, right?

The main conclusion of the whole story:

If somebody next to you is snoring, you imagine that it`s a sign that nobody can do you no harm, and you`ll fall asleep more easily :)

PS - What were your fears?

Mom, can I stay five more minutes? Pleeeeeeease!!!

Month number 9, Task 1

Koliko smo samo puta ponovili ovu rečenicu kad smo bili mali... Pao je mrak, treba se na unutra - još samo 5 minuta. U gostima smo porodično, ja se zaigrala sa drugaricom, a vreme je da se ide kući - još samo 5 minuta. Vreme je za spavanje, a ja se opet zaigrala - još samo 5 minuta. Pa onda ne možeš da dočekaš da se probudiš, kako bi nastavio sa igrom.  

Ranije su se svi igrali napolju. Lastiš, Vije, Žmurke, Janjine, Klikeranje, Care care gospodare, Između dve vatre, Ide maca oko tebe... Pa još kad nam se priključi neko od starijih u npr. Između dve vatre, i onda se takmičimo ko će u "jači tim". A i kad se biraju timovi, pa moliš Boga da ne ostaneš među poslednjima, jer ćeš se baš rastužiti i osećati neželjenim.

Pa kada zapneš i padneš i PONOVO dobiješ krastu. Možda ti automatski i krene suza, ali ti odmah ustaješ i nastavljaš dalje, jer ti u glavi odzvanja ono mamino utešno "Ma, nije to ništa. Deca i trebaju da padaju. Zarašće ti..." I hoće! I trebaju da padaju deca. Ustaće i nastaviće dalje! I iz svog iskustva će naučiti kako sledeći put da pažljivije trče, a ne iz nekih tuđih priča. 

Kao što rekoh, ranije smo se puno igrali napolju. Ali, meni nikada nije bilo dosadno ni unutra, samoj sa sobom. Naravno, kompjuter tada nije ni postojao. Divan dan je bio kada sam dobila mali kasetofon, pa sam mogla da puštam kasete i pravim koreografije, zamišljajući da sam na koncertu. A kada budem kažnjena pa ne smem napolje, nije ni to problem. U nedostatku drugarica, razapeću lastiš na dve stolice i one će mi zameniti ostale saigrače. Onda je tu faza kada već hoću da se igram mame ili učiteljice sa mlađom sestrom. Naravno, ja sam učiteljica, a ona đak. Pa sve na kućnoj tabli zadajem zadatke, a ona se pita kada ćemo završiti sa tom dosadnom igrom.

Pa onda dođu rođendani... Joooj, koliko mogućnosti. Ogovaranje, televizija, kompjuter - šta je to? Neeee.. Ima toliko igrica. Masne fote, Zanimljiva geografija, Ne ljuti se čoveče, Monopol, igranje Lambade ili šta je već u koje veme bilo popularno. Još kada su pre toga roditelji slavljenika pripremili tombolu, pa ti još na tuđem rođendanu dobiješ poklon!!

A danas? Kakvo je detinjstvo današnje dece? Poznajem nekoliko mladih majki koje gotovo svaki dan peru pod, brišu prašinu i sl., jer nije higijenski zbog deteta!!! I to Domestosom! A napolje dete ne ide baš puno, da se ne bi prehladilo. Da budem iskrena, ni nema sa kim tamo da se druži, jer je prazno. I tako se onda pitaju zašto su deca danas toliko bolešljiva. Pa možda zato što nemaju prilike gde i kako da postanu otporna na bakterije?! A ne d`o Bog da dete negde pokupi krastu! Iju, umreće!

O kompjuterima, Pink kulturi, celovečernjim izlascima već u osnovnoj školi, neću ni da pričam... No, da ne bih sada iz nostalgije previše počela da kritikujem današnje detinjstvo, bolje da vam na pozitivan način podstaknem nostalgiju.. 

Ovako smo se mi igrali:

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*Note: I don`t know if people from outside the Balkans are acquainted with all the children games from the photos below, but I`ll be happy to explain them to the ones interested. And to hear about the games you were playing when you were young...

How many time did we repeat this sentence from the subject when we were young... It`s getting dark, I should get inside - 5 more minutes. With my parents I`m at their friends` house, I`m playing with other children, but it`s time to get home - 5 more minutes. It`s time for bed, but I want to play a little bit more - 5 more minutes. And then you can`t wait to get up, to continue with playing.

When we were young, the children were outside all the time. Hide and seek, Marbles, French skipping and other outdoor games. And when someone older join us, and then you compete to be in his/her team. And when teams are being  made, and you pray to the Lord to be picked by someone, and not to stay among the last ones, because you`ll feel rejected and not wanted.

And when you stumble and fall, and you get a scrape AGAIN. Maybe automatically a tear goes down, but you are getting up and continuing, because in your head you have a mother`s conforting "It`s nothing serious. Childen fall very often and get scrapes. It will heal!" And it will. Children should fall and get scrapes. They`ll get up and go on. And they will learn from their own experience how to run more carefully, and not just from the stories of the adult.

As I`ve said, we were playing outdoors a lot. However, I was not bored when I was in the house, all by myself. Of course, the computer didn`t exist back then. A lovely day was when I got a cassette player, so I could play all my favourite artists and make coreographies, as if I was at the concert stage. And when I was grounded and was forbidden to go out, it`s not a problem. Instead of other players in French skipping, I`ll use two chairs and put french elastics around them. Then comes the phase of playing moms and daughters, or teachers, with a younger sister. Of course, I`m a teacher. And while I`m giving the assignments on the chalkboard, the sister`s wondering: when does this boring game end?

And then came the birthday parties. Computers, television, gossiping - what`s that? Nooo.. There were so many games that we could played. Spin the bottle, Monopolly, dancing Lambada or what else music was popular then. And when parents of the birthday child had prepared a bingo for the party, so you get a present on somebody else`s birthday!! Could it get any better?

And today? What is the childhood like today? I know so many young mothers who are dusting and cleaning floors every day, because otherwise it`s not hygienic for the child. They do that with Domestos or something like that, every day! And the child is not going outside very much, so that it doesn`t catch a cold. To be honest, even if the child is getting out, it wouldn`t have anyone to play with. And then they are wondering why the children of today are so weak and sick all the time. Maybe because they don`t have the opportunity to get adapted to all the bacteria. And God forbid if they het a scrape sometimes. Oh my God, they could die!

Of computers, Pink television (national kitch television) and culture, going out for the whole night at the age of 12/13, I don`t even want to start talking.. So, in order not to get to too critical from all the nostalgy, lets insent that nostalgy with something positive.

This is how we were playing:

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