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Тhe secrets of grandfather's mill - Bajruzin Hajro Planjac
Тhe Secrets of Grandfather’s Mill
Bajruzin Hajro Planjac
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Contents
Childhood On Two Coasts
Mysterious Mill
Blood Sled
Apartment Solution
Sutkin’s View
Black Flock Attack
Moving Into Uncertainity
Magic Skyscraper
Blocked Elevator
A Mysterious City
Green Phone
Goingout With Diana
Jasmine Orange
Visit Of Grandfathers And Grandfathers
Job Award
Escape From Hell
Skills On Voice
Grandfather’s Funeral
Fear Of Disease
Good Roomer
Exit From The Hospital
Youth Action
Return to Homeland
The Story Of Grandfather Hemed
Accident News
About the Author
Childhood On Two Coasts
I
was born on the left bank of the bistro-eyed Usora, which for centuries, like a benevolent snake, meandered through the Pousor valley and divided it
into two almost equal parts. This is where the ball of my childhood unwound carelessly until the age of twelve, when I moved with my family to Zenica. My parents gave me the name Benjamin at birth, but few people called me by it. For the teachers, I was Benja- min, and for everyone else, Benjo. I grew up with my brother Sad and sister Dina, whom I loved im- mensely. I also loved the friends with whom I spent a good part of my childhood near Usora, and most of all my grandfather Mehmed. I drove Shark with him and spent my days in a mysterious mill grinding a fragrant grinder. Sometimes I would fall asleep in the mill and I was not afraid of the dark next to the brave grandfather, who was not afraid of anything. Grandfather Ibrahim, my mother’s father, with whom I spent summer vacations one year, was a good man, but not even close to Grandpa Mehmed.
He wouldn’t let me groom his horses, and he had three. He forbade me to ride the horse saying he was angry and knew how to throw off a rider, while Grandpa Mehmed was his opposite. It seems to me that if I asked to drive his carriage, he would allow me to do the same. He was like that. Grandfather Mehmed, my father’s father, was a huge man, hunched over and like a blossom of white hair, which he covered with a turban. He wore black trousers and a white shirt in which he harmoniously bound a wide linen trabaloz. He had grasshoppers on his feet. His face was wrinkled. He had deep and cheerful eyes under the bushy canopies surrounded by wrinkled cheekbones. There was always an enigmatic smile on his face ... He was cheerful, ready to joke and tell interesting stories that I loved to listen to.
If we looked at each other for a moment, our eyes would tell us everything. And love and intimacy. My grandmother Akif Pobro, mother Naza, brother Sado, sister Dina and I lived in my grandfather’s big house in Bobare, in a garden full of various fruit trees, by the hill above the road that led to the neighboring village of Kalošević. In addition to grandfather and grandmother Alema, uncle Meho, aunt Hana, their sons Rasim, Safet, Bećir and Džemal, aunts Hedi, Ramiz and Mina also lived in the house. Rasim and Bećir had their wives and children, so there were twenty-three of us living in the house.
Grandfather lived with his grandmother in a halvat on the ground floor of the house. Our halvat was on the first floor, and opposite it was the one where the uncle and aunt lived with the children. There were two halvats on the loggia where my uncles lived, Rasim and Bećir with their families. My aunts were in the kitchen, and they also had their common room on the loggia. In the morning, when we would get up, all twenty- three of us would sit for a huge blue and have breakfast, tasting with spoons from a large glass. Those more skillful would grab more food. The food was fasting, except on Fridays, when the mint would prepare wheat pie, sogan dolma, pilaf, halva, and sometimes gurabi jams. On other days, nana made soups, dumplings, croissants, tops and other fasting dishes that we ate with pleasure. We kids would stay last and lick the plates for a long time.
Then we would each part for our business. Nana would clean the house. Grandfather would go to the mill, daughters-in-law would work in the fields, gardens or milking cows, and children would look after them. For a snack, mint would thinly spread a slice of corn with kaymak or jam. Along the way, we would stop by someone else’s orchard and sweeten up there. That’s how we would spend our days working and playing. In the evening, we would all gather in my grandfather’s house, except for my grandmother, who worked in the mine in Zenica and came home one day. He would spend a day or two with us and go to Zenica again. When grandma would get paid, he would give it to
grandpa, and he would buy us some small things to make us happy.
- As he finished political school in Kumrovec, his salary doubled - my mother boasted to her aunt over coffee, muttering:
- My Akif will get an apartment in Zenica and he wants to take us all. He wants to hire me in a factory to be a seamstress.
This is how my hardworking mother boasted. Grandpa used to be angry and he would make noise when someone didn’t listen to him. He even knew how to swing the claw with which he sometimes cracked the mare Shark. He never looked at me grimly. He loved me the most, and I listened to him. He would often drive me in a carriage while Sharka trotted and he cracked his claw. Sometimes he would let me ride Shark in Blatusa. I, terrified, would grip the saddle tightly, and he would shout, encouraging me:
- Don’t be afraid, Grandpa’s chicken! Fear not, Hinge is calm! She’s not a horse.
I loved going with my grandfather. He also liked to go with me. I remember, once my grandfather even took me to the market in Teslić. He and I sat in the front, holding kayaks and claws and talking. A dozen women were driving in the car and we drove to the market to sell grain, wheat, peppers, tomatoes, milk, cream ... We passed by my friends Kena Pekmez, Mira Žapac and Mujo Glavaš, who were grazing sheep at the grassland near the rake. They will surely envy me that my grandfather and I go to the market in the town, and their grandfathers do not take them anywhere. Admittedly, Mujo Žapac’s grandfather has a mare and sometimes drives him, but he never took him to town.
- My chicken, do you know where Teslić is? My grandfather would ask, interrupting my daydreams.
- Upstairs, Grandpa, I pointed to the big hills.
- Well done, my clever girl! Upstairs is Teslić, said
his grandfather proudly.
- And where is Zenica? I asked my grandfather.
- Zenica is there, behind Husar - my grandfather pointed in the direction of the big hills.
- How far is Zenica? I asked. Two days of good walking with Shark,
Grandpa said, smiling. Uh, far away,
I muttered.
- Far away, Grandpa’s chicken. Far away. When we arrived in Teslić, grandfather stopped Šarka in the shade of a crowned linden tree. I laid a handful of hay on her and unbuttoned the strands. Later, I groomed her for a long, long time and combed her lush mane, which she liked very much. Grandpa went to the market with the other passengers and he was gone for a long time.
I watched in amazement as cars, trucks and buses raced not far from us. I looked at the large glass windows from which enticing sweets, graders, toys ... Afterwards, my grandfather brought me a piece of cherry and half of the hot-smelling flatbread. I took the kayaks from my grandfather when we went home, he just looked and laughed, and sometimes said:
You will be a good coachman, my chicken.
Mysterious Mill
T
he mill is the most beautiful decoration of the river ... And right on the left bank of the gold-bearing Usora, which stretched like a silk thread down the
valley, my grandfather Mehmed had a mill in which he ground corn to the inhabitants of Pousorje, the villa- gers of Bobare, Kalošević, Putešić, Mrkotić and Vre- lo. and wheat. True, the mill was not just Grandpa’s. He was also his ally Uncle Adem. That is how grandfather and uncle Adem Bašić took turns in the mill every week.
On Friday morning, grandma prepared her grandfather for the