eighth part

Spring morning in Mostar. In bloom and Behar. Neretva flows with its full force, through long and hard-packed pathways of stone and rocks, sharp edges. The full blue which reflected the sun, clouds and the firmament. On the left bank between houses, just above and below the main road Fejića, cuddly, tucked among the vines and fruit hidden house, with a small window facing the garden, hid the house surrounded by a high fence and precious. Built long ago, restored a few years ago, you could see the influence of the old masters who strove for small windows, a small decline in the sloping roof and the internal arrangements tended to a common room is the central room in the house. Kitchen window casually opened a reason, to Alice up from the bed and close it. Her room was connected with the kitchen and the dining room only accordion door. What she called me was actually removed one corner of the house, because the parents after the purchase of this house make a reconstruction of interior walls and all of them destroyed. In addition to the walls of the room. In the attic have made a bedroom for himself and Alice, but she can not seem to find a way to get used to sleep in a "loft". It is so called attic. She slept and lived in a room which is called the study. The morning sun was called out, but Alice was after a stormy night, puffy, krmeljava groggy close the window.

-          Ooooooo. Why do I get up, I can not sleep now. What am I after rising.

In his old fortirnoj shirt lay in a warm bedding. Plaid shirt izbijedljela of time that was carrying her baby. Soft as feathers is almost not felt. She covered it over his head trying to sleep. He will not sleep on the eyes. Sleepless night after passing the exam with a company with drinks and cocktails with alcohol were a good reason to get up early in the morning, almost before dawn to stay together. Alice led the company to a party, but there was one little thing that marred complete happiness. With her ​​were two friends Hanka and Danka. They took those and their friends.  

The two all night frowned. Apparently they did not know that the women who led them made a choice. On them is left to reconcile with the fate and pay the bills. Alice did not have male company. So far, there have been several cute boys but Alice was picky. None of them qualify for the competition. All in all, Alice is slowly lost feeling to search for the boys. Some would say the cold ass, but as a justification for themselves and then for everyone around him has found an excuse in that study. I went to her by the hand. The exam for the exam, colloquium to colloquium, the third year of knocking on the door within. Two nights ago he was in good spirits but one that the test started. It does not matter, today is a new day and new plans are before her. 

Finally had to get up late morning it was her time to get up. Whether it is in bed left on time, whether it is about to test the whole night. This morning began with a rumbling stomach. Alcohol and cocktails were taking a toll heartburn and empty stomach sought a solid breakfast. Cocktails of soda and a little alcohol are painful combination early in the morning. Washed stomach, homely feeling. The law should be abolished sodas. What to do. She said Alisa undertone itself with sobom.Vidjeću refrigerate what's left of last night's banquet that mom and dad organized on the occasion of their last business success. Forget those to Alice, they have their privatluk. They picked them while we were refugees in Germany today and yesterday I did not know that Alice takes the examination. The race for profit, race to promote his or her company, sick competition of both rather against each other was playing her parents in which they enjoyed, and only Alice suffered. It was known to occur for several days and not see her parents, at least one of them, even though they lived in a house in a kitchen in one yard. The messages on the fridge and phone were the means of communication between her and her parents. Alice did not want to admit it, but the way deep down she knew that her parents do not even know what year in college, you may not know even who is enrolled in college, she wondered sometimes, lately more and more often.      

Wow, there's meat and cheese, with a tray that is decorated buffet on the last night party where they organized the celebration of successful business year. Crispy omelet enhanced additions will suffice start the day . Alice likes to make food, I loved it when refrigerate surprise tasty and fatty snacks. I loved the food, but this was not reflected in her line. She knew how to harmonize tedvije contrary to their personality.  

Alice is also prepared and coffee. Right, hot black liquid so dear to her. Special in Bosnia has become a tradition. Recently, on the Internet asked for coffee as a plant but came to a prescription how to make Arabian coffee. First he made ​​the recipe for fun, but because of its flavor and ambience became a regular in her house. The ingredients for such a recipe: coffee, water, cardamom, cinnamon, ginger, rosewater. A prepared very easily coffee freshly ground in a hand mill to grind, cardamom fresh chop or grind in a spice grinder. Put about 4 dl water to boil. In other coffee pots put 6 full teaspoon of coffee, a little let fry on low heat. Remove from heat, add half the water and spices between the fingers. Little shuffled, adding remaining water and all returned to the fire that once boiled. "Yes sneezes" what to say. Just to add a little rose water before serving if possible in fildzan. Uhhh .... How good smell in the air. Smoking is a black liquid, so dear heart. Especially when it's a hangover from probančene night.  

A little milk and the occasional piece of salami put it in containers for Majoge. Yellow Cat pet Alice's family recently came only when there was what to eat. She was the dilemma of all household members to know that they want to put him in his saucers something to eat.

As the coffee and breakfast slowly returning to the world of reality and the obligation slowly and Alice asked herself. The first thing to remember is one fact read on the Internet or have been smuggled through the mail, she forgot, but that does not matter. Resurrect it for a long time. The fact that she keeps coming back to mind begins: - "Imagine there is a bank that credits you every morning with $ 86,400 and this amount can not be transferred to the next day. Every evening canceled whatever you spent the previous  day. What would you do? We spent every dime of course. "One minute a dollar to spend. I still know how to spend tomorrow. Oh, that would be a task. What would a diary and planner. How then would the obligations be done.

Alice did not belong to the category of people who had to think about money. Birth it was secured. Parents in the constant quest for money, prospreritetom and position obezbijedjivali are enough that she did not have to think about how and when to spend. Some would say excellent, and she was looking for, especially when she was younger that has parents, but today it is used to communicate with them via SMS. She did not constitute that during  the day  is informed that a mother  in Zagreb, father of Dubrovnik, and that evening report from Sarajevo. Together at a charity concert. She was alone in the morning, through  the day  with the obligations, and in the evening again perches itself. She's used to it. But the fact that time is a gift to her constantly appeared and resurrect it. She thought of what she could have done today. She knew she should be on the trip to Sarajevo. Faculty organized a visit to the National Museum. Two of these are in Europe, one here and another in Nuremberg. Worth seeing the collection, has never been there.      

In Sarajevo she went often. As often as the events sought, but never thought she would have to visit the National Museum. However in Sarajevo was either in the evening or on weekends, and such an institution is probably not working at that time. In the end this will be a unique opportunity to visit and see the collection of stuffed animals, historical collection and much more. She loved butterflies and was very interested in what their collection. 

I'll bring a camera. Recently he has received from his father. It may be of no use. Today, tomorrow, when it's a real biologist, will go to distant places and will have to take photos of plants why it would not start now. Perhaps it is I like it.

She did not know anything about photography, she did not like progress, computers and the like. It was used by these machines as much as she had. There's always been some of the acquaintances who would solve the dilemma when the computer "freezes" or when not to work. Usually he told her that she was the one who radiates negative energy and that is why machines crazy. They did nothing, and the system crashed.