A Christmas in my village, there, in Yugoslavia. Now, we must say Serbia. But not too hard. It

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A Christmas in my village, there, in Yugoslavia. Now, we must say Serbia. But not too hard. It's still bad form. Shhh! It is south of Belgrade twenty kilometers tijuana flats from the Macedonian border. Those who have passed through Yugoslavia to go to Greece also crossed my village. His name? LEVOSOJE. Each week before Christmas, two street vendors, bumping donkey on muddy roads, landed in the village. They elected the homes of villagers. Each turn in principle. My grandmother often acquitted of this charitable mission tijuana flats - oh! Not very difficult at the bottom - with the spontaneity characteristic of Mediterranean women who mix all folklore, languages and religions in the same cauldron tijuana flats of hospitality. It earned me to get more charms than my girlfriends. Jealous!
Judge gifts: a bracelet, a necklace, a brooch, pencils, a notebook ... What do I know yet? It was also the way they pay the room and board and the only to say thank you to the grandmother. They called Baba, which means GRANNY Serbian. Generosity and good food Baba were known and recognized. But they chose Baba as innkeeper especially the stories she told of nightly vigils. They said it was the best storyteller 500 km radius. And unpublished stories!
On Christmas Day, January 6 there, Grandpa would get straw in the barn. He emptied the kitchen which usually served as dining room, and arranging the table and chairs in the basement. He left the stove. He enjoyed having a straw mat in the shape of a circle on the floor, in the middle of the kitchen. He was proud of his stack and kept saying, "You have seen is the beautiful straw ... one that does not sting! "After repeating the same phrase tijuana flats over and over again and louder for grandmother heard it referred tijuana flats to him a smile and a nod full of mischief. At the time, I did not really understand why. Now I understand why they loved so much straw and why he claimed she did not pride. My grandmother did not have blue eyes, but I have often heard my grandfather say, "You tijuana flats have beautiful eyes you know. "And my grandmother replied," I know, I know. But we will never know enough. " And my grandfather was smiling.
Then grandfather also dug a hole about 15 inches in diameter in a corner of the kitchen. The floor was not tiled, but in the ground. The hole was for the game of Nuts, the end of the meal. Grandmother was cooking tijuana flats in the morning very early.
Cassoulet, pita, puff pastry, eggs, cheese and leeks, fish, chocolate cakes and finally the famous bread with the coin. Ah! This bread! tijuana flats A godsend that the patriarch of the house broke before delivering a piece to each family member, present or absent, after grandmother was signed by his cross and his prayers for those present and those absent the poor. Whoever discovered the room had to buy salt and thus the chance for the year it would be guaranteed. I do not remember having won this small room. My grandmother reassured me: "Little Jesus more than a magic trick to give you a chance, and that, throughout the year. The best chance is health, smile and that, he has given you. The rest is simple. Just imagine. "
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