|Entering The Village|
At the end of next month we will have been living in this little village for 5 years, so maybe it is time to take stock of the situation. Depending on which map you look at, or even the detail that a map contains, some of you might be able to find this village whereas others will have a problem doing so. This is because the village is so small, and as a description remote doesn't really do it justice. According to 2007 figures there were 202 people living in the village, I think that figure will be slightly lower now as there seem to be more deaths than births. There is definitely something about this village which attracts us foreigners, as round about 10% of the village population, either permanent or holiday home owners, are foreign. Even though there is such a proportion of us foreigners here is doesn't mean to say that we all live in a small enclave, or spend each day in and out of each other's houses at the exclusion of the other villagers.
|The Vegetable Garden|
|Baba's on the right Nickolai's on the left|
Some of you will remember the other winter and me appearing on a news item. This was largely down to our Kmet, sometimes I do think that my name has changed as quite a few times when she spots me it is 'Neil tuka, Neil tuka'. At times like that you do feel as though you are actually integrating into the village. In the winter if I think that the roads are too icy I will do the same as the villagers and get the Freddie Krueger bus into town. So for the most part I do think that we are just considered as part of the village, even if we are foreigners. We try to fit into the village way of life, rather than try to make village life fit to us. One thing that we have to remember is that the villagers have been existing this way for allof their lives and we are the new comers.
At other times you do get the impression that as foreigners you do not get invited to, or made aware of, certain events. Take the village day for example. There was a big hoo hah about getting permission to have a pensioners club in the village. People were chipping in with this and that, the ExPats were asked to supply an air conditioning unit. Then we were asked for additional funds to pay for fitting it. Since then we have been invited to the pensioner's club on 3 occasions. Once for a village day, once for another celebration and once for a pensioner's club meeting. I have also pointed out that the ExPat wheelie bins are targetted by the bin baggers. The village Roma are not shy about coming forward and asking for handouts, although thankfully not all of them. Some do just want to get on with their own lives but will help out if you need them, others if you give them an inch they will take a mile.
Well this is blog number 99 and I am still open to suggestions if people want anything particular covered in the next blog. I would also like to say a quick hello to Bev the latest blog follower. :o)