An ‘Owed’ To Slovakia
Today was a typical day. I went in search of canvas and paints, walking to my 1st destination as it is only just down the rd, to find they did not have the canvas dimensions I was looking for…so I decided to take the car, our Opel swing, about 400 years old, runs like a rocket, smells like a petrol leaking one too.
I got to my next destination, about 15 minutes away and after the search for valid parking was found to be fruitless and frivolous, I decided to maneuver myself onto the muddy unpaved pavement. I was then told by some Hungarian builders that the police would give me ’clamps’ and as only yesterday I received a EUR 50 fine for riding the bus 5 min from the train station home without a stamped ticket …I decided to attempt a re-parking expedition.
Whilst I was jumping back in the car a rather drunken man stumbled by…saying that if I wasn’t going to be too long I could use his parking place in front of his garage, after reiterating to me which one it was, that it was the second from the left, I proceeded to start the car…and I proceeded to attempt to start the car…and I then proceeded to attempt to start the car, a 3rd time…but no luck, she was kaput!
The builders then helped me push her in reverse into the parking space 2nd from the right. I decided to go and get my art supplies and crossed my fingers hoping that the car would sort itself out…I took my accomplice out of the car (a beautiful bubbly Yorkshire terrier) and headed for the art shop. There I once again met the drunken parking space owner. I started telling him about how the battery had actually died, or she was out of petrol, but how she was resting safely in the parking lot till I finished there. He said , as I understood…not to worry, he is a little drunk but we will find cables and and we will jump start it.
When the shopping was done I headed back. Jump cables, a car and 3 helpful men appeared. We got the Opel to swing into action and we were off..Lila and I. After this episode, I thought it’s best if I don’t make things riskier than necessary and so decided to put some fuel in. I pulled into the gas station, fed the car, paid the bill and proceeded to start the car, and I proceeded to attempt to start the car..and I knew.
I was then pushed by two suited men , but it wouldn’t start. I called a friend, who suggested her boyfriend as it seemed like a suitable job for him, and he was at home with a broken nose. Rasto arrived, looking a little blue, as he was attacked by a water slide over the weekend and we lifted the bonnet.
Before jump cables were even mentioned, he pointed out that on the minus side of my battery the connection had shifted. He then just pushed it back in place and suggested I try starting the engine. Giggling shamefully I revved her up…I felt so embarrassed, what a blond moment.
Rasto was really great about it, he didn’t make me feel worse than I needed to and we laughed, both setting about our way. I’d just like to thank the Slovaks in my day today, even the helpful Hungarian, as it’s not always easy being a foreigner, but when one encounters people like this when faced with situations like that, I am happy to be living in Slovakia