Skyscraped trees

You know, when you have eighteen of them, you say that you will prefer to leave the world at your will, than to be around with four crosses on the back, when you refresh that imagination, you are already looking forward to a 43-year-old.

For my twenty years, I was with a secular father in Rome, on the audience with Saint Father. Nak, he was not a Ratzinger, but wojtyła. I remember the thirty because at the occasional paradise, everyone was in a great deal of lenient, and I was toasting myself with Radenska. A few months earlier, we guess why, caused a car accident that could radically change my life to myself and, above all, to blame the victims of my foolishness. And pledged not to touch the intoxicants for at least half a year. Those 180 days, of course, passed quickly. I would say that even too fast.

I celebrated the fourth cross peacefully, dignified, with a life -long bridesmaid and our fruits of our love. For Abraham, I invited ten conditionally called friends to the Serbian meal, eight of them came. I also worshiped the last two birthday tens in my home environment, the nearest breed. In the village, at the farmers, where things are going differently, according to the old, traditional. We probably know the word younger, it is supposed to mean a tall spruce or a tree with a hung trunk and a green tip, set for decoration. The erection of young people in Slovenia is expected to go into the 17th century. Today’s younger ones are expected to date back to 1919, when four young boys who happily returned from the first world storm secretly erected a pole with a decorated birch tree in honor of Virgin Mary, for a happy return from the army.

Boys to erect younger (just like the music of free, fry tones), it also spreads from agriculture to bourgeois environments. I don’t imagine where the trunks are stabbing, but how it is on the farmers. In addition to the spruce spruce, I admire the posters, banners, wooden flowers, sculptures, the age of the celebrity often illustrates (evil?) Traffic sign for restrictions of age, pardon, speed, dolls, and above all objects that are supposed to symbolize the life and work of the aging. Although we associate the word young with youth, it really celebrates its leak.

First of all, it is necessary to secretly inquire whether a man approaching happy mourning wants a young man to not expect casual entertainers with a motorcycle and destroy a hard -to -wear tree. If it is clear that he has nothing to do, the day before the official birthday, at least in our country, there are some bold guys with a tractor of a bite into a host from which they do not return quite a long time. I do not know how they decide which owner they will be harmed by one trunk. When it begins to darken, the selection is slowly, with a song on the mouth, they bring in front of the house of joy. Then the cave begins to dig before the eyes of the celebrant or the celebrant, while the trunk of the lisp and adorns.

The events are accompanied by harmonious, well, accordion music, there are both drinks and joy, but also lacks eaters. If the celebrator is a modern variety, they attach an old keyboard to the trunks, if the bicyclist is, what kind of gesture, if the nurse is a nurse, light blue can blouse and wings, if at hand, even underwear, if the celebrant is crafted, the tool with which everyday bread serves.

I heard that the younger one should go into the sky for as many days as it is honored to be honored, but it can be as long as it threatens to overtake and prevent him from putting him a young man. I will not be for me next year. I have a motorcycle at home, which I got for Abraham, but I know a repairer …

I followed the last young man three days ago, the boys set up a birch. It was so that I said to myself again: Thank God I was no longer Ljubljana!