My blogging schedule is a little off kilter, because I'm used to having an hour and a half to do it every morning on the train.
So I got tired of worrying about moving, so I decided to hire movers so I could just put it all behind me. I didn't realize that I hadn't just hired movers, I had hired lifelong friends. The were all Serbian and here are some interesting tidbits:
Imagine late nineties pop music in the background of this conversation. I liked this, because it is the only popular music that I know (as those were my glory days).
* "Most of the movers are Serbian and only three did not go to college. We make fun of them and say, 'You never make it in this company since you have no education. Hahaha.' To be honest, better to be a mover than an engineer."
* "We remember the communist days well, because they were the best times of our lives. Everyone have food, everyone have easy job. Then they ruined it! (Mr. Gorbachev, put back this wall?)"
* "In America, all Yugoslavians are friends. No one worry about Serb, or Bosnian or Muslim. To be honest, you can't even tell the difference. Young people never support war anyway."
* "Why are you moving, if you don't paying rent? That very dumb. You should stay and send landlord bill for your food."
* "Girl who date older men for their money, this is prostitution, no?" Ok, maybe I told them a little about my life.
I love this. I think you made some great new friends. (Confession: I almost dated a serbian guy once. I met him in SLC--he was a basketball player for some community college there.)
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