Priložena slika je iz Slovenj Gradca ljeta Gospodnjega 1959. Na sliki su dva teška fizička radnika iz općine Gruda. S dena je: Frano “Vreja” Brnadić, sin Mašin iz sela Vrućica, do njega na lijevo je Mile Boban iz sela Bobanova Draga.
The question is:
“What’s one of the weirdest things you’ve ever eaten”?
My dear grandchildren, I am happy to answer to you this question that happened in the last century. That was exactly on Thursday, September 10, 1959. Where did it happen and how? In order for the meaning of this question to be understood better and more truthfully, I will start from the beginning, because the question is related to one of the strangest meals I have ever eaten in my life. I’ll start from the beginning:
The day came, Sunday, September 6, 1959. As a souvenir of my last picture before my escape I am attaching a picture here.
Tomorrow, Tuesday, September 8, 1959, we got up, nobody anywhere, on top of the mountain, we saw smoke down at the foot of the mountain. We went down the mountain and came to that house with smoke coming out of it. It was an Italian family, they don’t speak Croatian and we don’t speak Italian. With our fingers we understood each other very well. They gave us food, we washed and shaved there. We wanted to pay them, they just shrugged their shoulders and laughed. We stayed there that day, rested and spent the night in their barn.
On Wednesday, September 9, 1959, we took the same route to the top of the mountain. We walked all day and towards evening we reached a place not far from the French border. There we met some shepherds and through our fingers we asked them about crossing the border. They told us which way to go. We crossed the Italian-French border in the evening without any problems. Thank God we are now in France. With our backpacks, we were very conspicuous to all passers-by. We had enough money. We took a hotel there and I would say first class. There we rested very nicely, washed, bathed, shaved, and even sang the Croatian song Ganga. Now comes the answer to the question:
“What’s one of the weirdest things you’ve ever eaten”?
On Thursday morning, September 10, 1959, we took the bus to the town of Nice. We arrived there around noon. We headed to the address where my sister Jakica lived. When we knocked on the door, a woman appeared. We showed the address and name of Jakica Boban. She told us everything in French and gave us the address of the hospital where my sister Jakica worked. Even though we didn’t speak French, we still understood where and at which address my sister Jakica was. Of course, showing the address to the passers-by who directed us to the address where that hospital is located, we got there around 5 o’clock in the evening, so dinner time. As soon as we got to the room where my sister Jakica works, she was pleasantly surprised with great pleasure. She immediately told her colleagues to bring dinner for us too, because we were her brothers. The servant brought us an artichoke dinner. Because we didn’t know what it was and out of politeness we ate everything, leaves and chokes. So Jerko and I ate it all, and our lips and throat were injured, which made us uncomfortable and very painful.
My dear grandchildren, this is one of the strangest meals that I have ever eaten before. That is my history that has not been forever forgotten.”
Your eternal grandfather Mile Boban.
Pitanje je:
“Koja je jedna od najčudnijih stvari koju ste ikada jeli”?
Dragi moji unuci rado odgovaram na ovo pitanje koje se je dogodilo u prošlom stoljeću. To je točno bilo u četvrtak 10 rujna 1959. godine. Gdje se je to dogodilo i kako? Da bi se smisao ovog pitanja mogao što bolje i istinitije razumijeti, ja ću početi od početka, jer je pitanje vezano na jedno najčudnije jelo koje sam ikada u mojem životu jeo. Počet ću od početka:
Došao je dan, nedjelja 6 rujna 1959. Kao uspomenu prilažem ovdje moju zadnju sliku prije moga bijega.
Sutra utorak 8 rujna 1959., ustali se, nigdje nikoga, na vrh planine, vidjeli smo dolje u podnožju planine dim. Pošli smo niz planinu i došli do te kućice iz koje dim suklja. To je bila jedna talijanska obitelj, oni ne govore hrvatski a mi ne govorimo talijanski. Na prste smo se razumijeli. Dali su nam jesti, tu smo se oprali i obrijali. Htjeli smo im platiti, oni su se samo užimali u ramenima i smijali se. Tu smo ostali taj dan, odmarali se i prenoćili u njihovoj štali.
U srijedu 9 rujna 1959. pošli smo istim putem prem vrhu planine. Hodali smo cijeli dan i pred večer smo došli do jednog mjesta nedaleko francuske granice. Tu smo sreli neke čobane i preko naših prstiju mi smo ih pitali za prelazak granice. Rekli su nam kojim pravcem krenuti. Prešli smo talijansko francusku granicu u večernje sati bez problema. Fala dragom Bogu sada smo u Francuskoj. Mi smo sa našim naprtnjačama svim prolaznicima bili vrlo upadni. Imali smo dovoljno novca. Tu sm uzli Hotel i rekao bih prve klase. Tu smo se vrlo lijepo odmorili, oprali, okupali, obrijali, te čak i gange pjevali. Sada dolazi odgovor na postavljeno pitanje:
“Koja je jedna od njačudnijih stvari koje ste ikada jeli”?
Četvrtak jutro 10 rujna 1959. uzeli smo autobus za Nicu. Stigli smo oko podne. Uputili smo se na adresu gdje je moja sestra Jakica živjela. Kad smo pokucali na vrata, pojavila se je jedna žena. Pokazali smo adresu i ime Jakica Boban. Ona nam je sve rekla na francuskom i dala nam adresu Bolnice gdje je radila moja sestra Jakica. Iako nismo govorili francuski, ipak smo razumjeli gdje i na kojoj adresi se nalazi moja sestra Jakica. Naravno pokazivajući prolaznicima adresu koji su nas upućivali na adresu gdje se nalazi ta bolnica, mi smo tu došli oko 5 sati na večer, dakle vrijeme večere. Čim smo mi došli u sobu gdje moja sestra Jakica radi, ona se je ugodno i sa velikim zadovoljstvom iznenadila. Odmah je rekla svojim kolegicama da i za nas donese večeru, jer da smo mi njezina braća. Posluga nam je donijela večeru sa artičokom. Kako mi nismo znali šta je to a iz uljudnosti mora se sve jesti. Tako smo Jerko i ja sve to pojeli a naše usne i grlo su bili ozlijeđeni što nas je neugodno vrlo boljelo.
Dragi moji unuci to je moje od najčudnijih jela koje sam ikada prije jeo. To je povijest koja se ne može zaboraviti.”
Vaš vječiti djed Mile Boban.
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