Najda, Bolgarka, ki dela pri nas, gre v drugi polovici semestrskih zimskih počitnice domov za par tednov. Letos je ta pot sovpadla z zimskimi razmerami, ki so bile, kakršne so pač bile, in je prišla nazaj z zgodbo o neverjetnih pustolovščinah, v kateri so nastopali pokvarjeni avtobusi, stare gospe, ki so se pridušale, da se bodo naslednjič v Bolgarijo iz Italije peljale s tovornjakarji, in rimske najdbe na obalah Črnega morja, ki so se pojavile po nekem hudem neurju.
Vsak leto pa nam tudi prinese martenice. Lani sem dobila dva cofka, rdečega in belega, letos pa mi je prinesla Babo Marto.
Najda nam je že lani dala tudi navodila - martenico je potrebno nositi pri sebi (jaz sem jo npr. v žepu) in jo, ko pride ta čas, obesiti na cvetoče drevo. Prinesla nam bo srečo, zdravja, skratka vse dobro v letu.
Danes sem Babo Marto odrešila plastičnega ovoja in kartončka, na katerega je bila pripeta, in jo obesila na cvetoč grm črnega trna,
kjer bo delala družbo cofkoma od lani.
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Nayda, Bulgarian lady who works in my "firm", goes to Bulgaria every year during midterm holidays. This year she came back with most incredible stories - thanks to most incredible winter conditions - about broken down buses in the middle of nowhere, old ladies, who "threatened" to take a ride with truck drivers next time, and archeological findings form Roman times that came out on the coast of Black Sea after severe storm.
And she brought us martenitzas.
Last year I got two little pompons - red and white. Nayda also gave us "the instructions" - one ought to wear martenitza on her/his body, like in pockets as I did. And when "the time" comes, martenitzas are supposed to be hanged on flowering tree. For good health, luck and everything good in the year.
So ... I freed my Baba Marta today from her plastic envelope and piece of cardoard and tied her on the same flowering blackthorn bush as last year's pompons. I didn't really want to part from her. After all she's so pretty. But ... I have this superstitious side in me and it prevailed.
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