french language in Krusevac

As I may already said, I am the only volunteer in Krusevac so it's not often that I speak french and I am always a bit surprised when people speak to me in french.
This week, I met 2 women, who spoke to me in my native language. 2 different women, with 2 different stories.

The first woman is named Katarina. She is a blondy 30-year-old french teacher in the public school Yovan Popovic. She came to the office when she heard by one of her student that there was a french volunteer. She was a bit shy to speak because her french is limited. She explained to me she become teacher few years ago, and then get 2 kids so she didnt work for 3 years and this year came back to school to teach french. I am surprised to listen her speaking a bad french and to think she teach this bad french language to her pupils. My friend Bojan is even a better speaker than her. She explained it's difficult for her to speak because she has never been to France because of the Visa's trouble and it's rare to see foreign people coming in Serbia, and in Krusevac. I have to meet this girl again, I can maybe help her to speak and to be a better teacher (at least she could teach to pronounce properly usual things as number...).

The second woman is an anonymeous lady. Around 50 or 60 years old. Gypsy woman that I met on the fontana square, in Krusevac. She is quite small, and few teeth are still in her mouth (but I could say for how long more). She stared to speak in serbian. When I told her I didnt speak a good serbian, she answered in a perfect french: Vous parlez francais?
Of course I do. "Tu sais, moi je vis ici, j'ai pas de papier, j'ai pas d'argent et pas de maison. Ici sans papiers quand on est vieux c'est past facile".
"Mais ou as-tu appris a parler aussi bien le francais, tu es tres forte, ton francais est parfait".
"Tu sais, moi j'ai habitez 20 ans a Paris, toujours sans papiers et sans maison, alors un fois vieille je suis revenue pres de ma famille. Mais tu sais c'est pas facile ici."

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The woman was so amazing. Sometimes I dont understand this world where we live. Inegality because of one official document. What a contrast between those women. Why this competent lady can not have a life as good as this first woman...

In my street

Often people asks me how it is to live in Serbia, and more precisely in the country side. Because, even if Kruševac has 65000 people who live there, people here always told me "Kruševac is boring because it is a small city".

How to describe it: there is a city center, with a pedestrian street full of pubs (ok, its not really goods pubs for most of them), a library (kind of old communist style, I have been only once even if I love libvraries usually, this one is a bit to scary for me), swimming pool... and even 2 cinemas (ok, only one is working, with one movie per week, in a kind of old amphitheater where noone goes but...).

And there are 3 part of nice habitation: Bagdalla number 1, 2 and 3. Bagdalla is a hill of Kruševac.

I am living in Bagdalla 1, the oldest part of Bagdalla. Nice and quiet part of the town, 10 minutes by foot to the citycenter (ok, it is a small city so everything is close to the city center!)

I love my street, and could spend hours walking there. When I come back from work (3PM), I can catch the sunset in the street and it give a beautiful colour on the houses.

In my street, big dogs are barking in the garden (I always scared!) and the little dogs, living on the street, follow you and try to fuck other little dogs.

In my street, there are cute houses, some of them are small and look to be atelier for carton stuff, an other one is amazing, looks to be the house of the boy in the movie "Charly and the Chocolate Factory" from Tim Burton...

In my street, little boys play football when it's sunny, and play with sledge when it's snowing, and, little girls fight with huge wood sticks (yeah, I saw it in my street!)...

In my street old people work on their garden, cut flowers, clean the snow, and speake to other old people.

People looks to be happy in my street, and it is maybe why I love it so much!

(PS: do you see the car on the right at the end of the street?... I am living there!)