It had to end this way. If we undertake such an important life decision, which is the abandonment of urban life, sometimes you have to expect that the village will absorb you and will entail. No matter how long ago you base, five, or ten years, no matter how long it is stripped from each other temptations. In the end you will hunt down i. .. you'll land by the fence.
This story, ending somewhere near the fence in a small Polish village at the edge, it has many threads. Basically started one day on the couch Wroclaw , but not to work our way backwards, so far. Zahaczmy by one, already discussed on this blog, November topic.
When in my house were no longer smell like Zulema , wine yeast, a number of weeks worked doggedly to our future degradation. Every now and then controlled the process zatanawiając simultaneously, or have already died of hunger or drowned in their own feces? From this fact depends on whether our wines are dry or sweet. So the world is already arranged that some creatures die so that others drew on the joy of life. "This karma "- and says a friend of mine. At this point it is worth recalling another maxim-man is a pig, zeżre everything.
I had come that day, since in the old books written is a time of sowing and harvest times.
Before we arrived, we went to in search of hose Gryfów the confluence of wine baniaczków. And we are very beginner as producers of wine, we got the wrong address. Store Clerk with household supplies looked at us like we've recently fallen from outer space, because who does not know such things that hoses for decanting wine purchased in the automotive shop.
- Sam buy there, he added.
We went so straight to the specified address to a friend we have, thanks to the many repairs and modified in cars, automotive shop owner.
- Take this thinner, because the fat one, yes, it is good, but drags SyFy - spoke with the air of an expert salesman and there was nothing to discuss. Our trust professionals.
Such dekorki peasant hung me on the showrooms!
Armed with hose, curious result of many weeks culturing yeast, without the slightest remorse, that contributed to the destruction of true civilization, which by this time developed into a three baniakach, proceeded to trial.
- You try - The man hands me a glass- do not know whether you will like it because it is very dry .
Hm ... and so our little friends have died of starvation, however, all available to them przerobiwszy sugar into alcohol.
I take a glass in your hand, smell. It smells and looks nice. I take a tiny sip.
- Jesus Maria ! - Groan.
I take another tiny sip.
- Blessed Mother - I was stunned
- Heh heh heh ... - uncertainly rechocze peasant, having no idea what kind of emotions are currently living through. Worse than that I also do not know.
Riannon during tasting.
I take a tiny sip, therefore, third, and am silent, because I ran out already invocation to all the saints.
- Jesus Christ - eventually triggered the me- I have never drank this shit!
unless I had to forget about the Beaujolais Nouveau, which for some years very failed, and after that I promised myself never to be taken into the mouth of that hellish liquor, which burned with fire and brimstone I przenicował conjunctiva and eyeballs to the other side.
- And you're sure that we did not leave the vinegar?
- Take a no- joke says expert is my Win- It's great, dry wine, the best ever tasted in my life. Domestic, not industrial, no sulfur and enhancers.
I take the fourth, a little bigger sip.
- Do you know what? Poleży a few years, bitten up and actually be good. Give me another glass. How to survive tomorrow, pour in a bottle!
survived, and the word became flesh.
label my project
second thread of the story has its beginning last summer, when the first hand picked pirograf . I got slightly mad at this point pirografując every plank, which fell into my hands. Still I was little and I was looking for some orygnialnego idea. Poker-is not a popular field of decoration, so a lot of inspiration not found. But I rushed to the head, just by itself, a cool idea to dekorek redecorated and even an empty bedroom. I decided to introduce myself to the room I put a piece of countryside and over the bed fence, half of which had previously busy winter burned in rustic patterns.
And the same evening, the przednówku, when the morning over a bed headboard, hung decor, upodliwszy the two glasses of wine tuskulańskiego young, outstanding under the fence.
For this occasion, I invite you to some classics
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