Tsetsa and Metodi. Nobody I know really knows them yet they took care of me for 10 weeks. Tsetsa, who was up at 5 in the morning or earlier, working in the garden, would wake me up, make me breakfast and then walk me, hand-in-hand, to school every morning.
She knitted me this sweater I'm wearing in the picture and she knitted me socks. She washed my clothes and when I got a girl's phone number at a wedding, she woke me up early the next morning to tell me that this girl was too fat for me. I didn't think so but I would not act contrary to this woman's wishes. And, she is a too much for a blog.
Metodi. If Tsetsa wasn't around, he would just yell at me. Imagine a 79 year old man asking me to hand him a fork but I don't know what he's asking. All I could do was drink his homemade booze and watch music videos. I cut his lawn and worked in his vineyard though, so I wasn't a total lump.
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