Trash Party Hard

     Recently I realized, that in this blog, there are not articles, which could be considered an “usual” blog stuff, so I decided to write an article about Mostar, more specifically the story about a friend of my and her desire to party.

     Finally, the weather is at least a bit better, than during last few days. As usually, I woke up at 7 in the morning, smoked a cigarette and started my 15 minutes journey to office, eating banana and smiling at the sun. Since on the way, there is not a single trash bin, I had two options, as a many days before: Either to carry the peel of banana for 14 minutes and 27 seconds and throw it away to the closest bin on my way, or throw the peel to the ground, to let “her” join the trash party in the city. 

     For I am a fan of parties but at the same time I dislike pollution, I chose third option for my peel, to not be alone. I took from my backpack a plastic bag, laid her gently inside and from the ground I took two bottles, one piece of newspaper and an empty paper-box of milk and asked her, if she could give it a try to be friends with them and party a little. She whispered softly, even though she never spoke to me before: “Yes Sir. Martin, but I wanted to party hard and when there will be only 6 of us (she calculated also with me, for I am maybe for someone also just a trash, without any deeper meaning), we will probably have a lot of fun, but subjectively, I would not call it party hard; more like party soft.5 (read: party soft point five).”  

     Of course she was right, so I decided to find her other friends; few pieces of paper from bakeries, some other bottles and few other pieces of homeless lone trashies. The group had a lot of fun; they were talking and looking forward to visit private party for a first time in their lives. 

     Few minutes later we arrived to a huge trash bin, which was empty, for all the other trashies were partying in the city and I slowly laid my 21 friends there and wished them a great party. Trash party started. Before laying down the peel, she whispered again: “Sir. Martin, thank you for your kindness. Even though I am still not fully satisfied (she was sometimes really priggish, but I loved her a lot), because there is only 22 of us (she still counted me as well) and compared to millions of others in the streets, we will maybe celebrate for a while, dance a little and (she lowered her voice) I’ve heard, that bottles brought some alcohol, so we will get wasted, but at the end of the day, we will stay here alone for a long time, without anyone joining us. But I understood thanks to you, that partying in the city is not as cool, as many trashies think. It is overrated and other trashies would like to know the difference, but they cannot.”   She was right. 

     There were not a lot of places, where trashies could go for private parties and when there was a place, it was really far away and for that reason most of them partied in the streets. I could promise her, to bring her every day few more friends, but still it would not help her to feel better, for she really had a huge level of empathy with other members of her race. I closed my eyes ought not to cry. She grabbed my hand and after a long moment of silence and understanding each other, I have let her go and join her friends. 

     As I opened my eyes I realized, I am sitting in my office and writing a story. I am completely sure, that it really happened, but for a reason, I don’t remember where exactly that party was, I have never met the peel again and could never bring her more friends. Every day I am randomly asking some trashies to join me for a party in trash bins, while hoping I will meet her again. If you will see her, just let her know, that I am looking for her and I did not forget.  

THE END

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