Conversation with your own body. english

 
Every artist is a human being and we all, as living creatures can have sometimes physical issues. I'm writing that because some my friends insisted that I will share with the world experiences I encountered with my body and I was able to resolve some things without medical intervention. I must say that I trust  my  body and believe that not all problems must be eliminated with surgery and pills. In some cases person, who feels that has problems always immediately must go to a doctor and get advise, get prescription and swallow pills which potentially can bring different side effects, often worse than present ones. Body created to be able to heel itself in many cases but we need to give time and chance, but fear pushes us to rush to a doctor.If you do not trust your body it suffers, knowing that we do not trust themselves and being upset makes us sick even more.
Here I want to share some my experiences, cases I had with my body:
All my life I was in sport and participated in many competitions, such as skating, skying, swimming, running with barriers, marathon walk 5 kilometers, high jumping without a pole and did long jumps. Being 10 years old I took first place in a Leningrad competition in high jumping, but I was unsuccessful with a long jump. Trying to go as far as I can I brought my knees to my body as close as I could and after the lending I ripped a cartilage under my knee cup.
I did not go to a doctor but let it heal by itself. Later this knee developed a problem. If i slightly hit by foot some object, or turn my foot in some unusual position, floating small piece of cartilage under my knee kup lucks my lower leg and I'm not able to completely straighten it. I started manipulate a bone of lower leg until cartilage will take a place inside a knee cup, which permits me to walk normal again.
Finally I found a moment, when I was able without any pain to manipulate lower bone, so no one could notice any problem.
 I had one pretty funny story to tell about my knee situation: Our college had a  "military study for two years only once a week and two summers we "played" soldiers about three hours away from the city for one month. The benefit of those classes was that we did not serve real army as all men from 17 years and up to 19-20 years of age who spend in real army two to three years of life. During the soldier practice we still have to wear the soldiers uniform and get up at 6 in the morning and run in heavy boots singing some songs that I had newer remember words of it. Once, playing a volleyball, I twisted my leg again and could not straiten fast enough, so I have to skip the game and to declare a young soldier who serve here’d  as  doc that I can not straighten my leg..
Doctor was just slightly older than me, about 22 years old himself. He said, "no problem, I will fix it fast". We came to a long wooden bench. He asked me to put my leg on it. Leg looked like a bow. It touches this wooden seat with a hill on one side and my ass on the other. Doc confidently came over my leg, jumped in the air and landed with all weight of his body on my knee which was obviously in the air at this moment. But leg is not a wire and I've experienced excruciating pain and almost fainted. my blood left my face and I almost lost my consciousness. Seeing that Doc asked few soldiers to bring me to my bed and I spend three days in it in recovery.
so, all my entire life I manipulated my leg.... until few years ago twisting it once again reminded me that problem is still here. Once again I started to play with my bone, but did not feel that I was successful. I became pretty tired and decided to take a long brake. the pain was weaker, but it still was there for about three days. On fourth day pain stated to go away. I decided to try to sit on my knee. What do you think? My knee was fine. I could not believe it!!!! It was healed after so many years!!!! It is now in perfect condition and I can go to compete with it again!

About two years ago I had unregistered accident in Slovakia.

My friends, after finding out that I teach art class in Shamorin (small town not far from Bratislava), insisted that I must visit them. they purchased an apartment in Hungary, in relatively small town Sopron, about one hour drive from Vienna, Austria.
Being in Shamorin, I was writing  my stories, made watercolors, drawings and illustrations for my friend Anatoly Romov. I was pleasantly busy and really did not want to travel anywhere.
Sasha Shustrov came to my pantomime studio in DK (Dvorec Kultury, means Palas of Kulture) when he was 14 years old. He was very ambitious boy,quick lerner, stubborn, hard working, talented. He quickly adapted himself to all members but full of ideas, begun to rehearse his own solo pieces. Later, after he picked up good technique, he started to polish his pantomimes and was able to perform by traveling with variety of companies and performing his own miniatures. He married Olga Shustrova, previousely art historian, born in Lithuania, near Soviet Union, she received a scholarship on a subject of print making, in one of the cities in Finland. They purchased a country house there to be closer to a printmaking workshop and when it was over, they felt being too cold in Finland and sasha's brother, who was looking to move away from St. Petersburg and to join Sasha and Olga in moving away to warmer places, stick finger an the map and finger hit city of Sopron in Hungary. They took their car and drove to Hungary for several days. and purchased an apartment there, falling in love with the  city.

A year before that, still being n United States, I suppose to have one of my most favorite sculpture workshops in Bergen County College. May was pretty fresh, but exactly on the day of my workshops temperature reached a hundred degrees Fahrenheit. College had no suitable space to accommodate all students signed for my sculpture workshop and administration asked me to lead it in the loan between two outstanding buildings. I brought 350 lb (pounds) of clay-7 boxes, each 50 lb of clay, water in the bucket, cups for my students and plastic covers to cover all tables. Few assistances came over to help with cutting a clay and to distribute it to students faster. Early in the morning thin line of shadow covered me from the sun, but soon after that sun hit my spot. Temperature was rising very quickly. I had no cover on my had and I had newer even thought about the drinking water. I feel I started to burn my head but nothing I could do. I thought I made from steel. I can take any situation besides, I like when I have many students. It gives me more energy. when students took their seats I asked one of them, who was sitting closer to me, to count their heads. A 100 students he said. I was excited.
I formed good size of rough balls of clay and threw away each peace of it so students are able to catch it easily. Many years of practice helps to do it perfect. Some my assistances tried this technique of distribution of clay but here I understood that it is not easy to do it for everyone.I definitely perfected my skill of throwing a clay. Actually, it right away establishes good communication with my students. They had a fun by catching their clay. It was time to laugh and to be ready for a full concentration. While I was throwing a clay they were talking very loud and I permitted them to do it, knowing that they need to free themselves from extra energy, they are still kids, 12-19 years old.
- [ ] Some teachers also wanted to sculpt, so they got a ball of clay as well.when all received their clay I easily received from all 100 students full attention by saying that if someone came to talk I permit them to live my workshop. I will not describe my method of teaching but will mention that my head was sweating like crazy and I felt that i need to drink water. In the bucket I had water but it had some residue of clay in it from my hands when I was forming a ball I need to soften a little bit some chunks. No matter what, I took some plastic cups for wetting clay and was drinking few times this water, so thirsty I became standing for three hours on burning sun.
- [ ]  My first workshop is an hour and a half, but with hundred students I must help them at the end of workshop to form shape of face, eyes or noses. the same time huge new group of students poured in taking free chairs and talking while waiting for me to start my next workshop. Being always pretty come, here I felt I'm loosing my time and I need to stop helping students from the first group and starting to give clay to new students. From my experience I knew that some of them need to catch their bus and they will live earlier and I really do not like that. I want them to experience full time and to achieve the best results.
Exactly at this moment I felt that I'm loosing something. Combination of rush and expectation created stress, a "fork", duality of my feelings.
Second workshop was done in rush and I did not feel good about it.after the end of second workshop one of teachers noticed that I was ready to faint and brought to me a small bottle of clear water. I swallowed it in a blink of an eye. and it was not enough. I was over heated and thirsty. It was a release when both workshops were over. But  I still need to clean
tables and wash plastic containers and to pick up crumbs of clay.
- [ ] My car had no air conditioner so there was more than 120 degrees. I opened window on the roof and sone  hit my head even stronger. To close window would be a complete disaster.
- [ ] Next day I had big pain in my back. This was 19th of May and on 25th of May I have to fly to Vienna and take bus to Shamorin. In a week I felt I have to return my tickets, pain in my back was so excruciating!
I knew that I'm able to take pain. I decided, I will fly to Europe. I'm really looking forward to teach art class in Slovakia. I love to be there and to be in this Art and Music school, to be alone, to relax after classes, , to do only art and not to care about telephone calls, payment for apartment, junk mail and 
no matter what, I was ready to go to KENNEDY Airport with two suitcases. One of them is bigger size than the other which I even can take on the plane together with pretty ha
vy back pack with my art materials and electronics. My beck was in pretty bad pain, but I believed that somehow I will make it to Shamorin.
 Suddenly, my good ex-student Olga ( Wolha Michnevich), who lives with her family in Bayonne, next to Jersey City town, called me and insisted that she will drive me to airport. She is a beautiful, sensitive, charming, caring and talented human being and artist and teacher now. How did she figured out that it would be difficult for me to rich airport with  three baggage pieces? Women have incredible instinct. In many cases it is better than to be smart man.
Traffic was pretty bad and I really was concerned that on the way back she will spend even more time because she must stay in traffic entering Holland Tunnel.
When I returned to Jersey City three and a half months later, she told me that it took her three hours to come back.
My classes in Shamorin went well and my students even did not notice that I couldn’t straighten my back. Pain consistently was getting worse and worse. I had in front of me about two months before I will go back to the United States.
But in School I could relax and to only writing and drawing after my classes are over.
Here I’m receiving an email from Olga and Sasha from Shopron, Hungary, “You must visit us. We are only one hour from each other by car or you can take a bus or we will come and pick you up”. After a polite refusals I decided I will go to visit my friends. Why not? I was sitting on one place for too long. Somehow I get used to have permanent pain but I had a hope it will somehow disappeare.
Bus from Bratislava is going first to G;or and there I have to take local bus or train to Sopron.
I found that bus  from Bratislava to G;or will go at two pm. Being a consistent traveler, who I believed that I will come to a bus station and will buy ticket and right away will go to my destination, but NO, tickets for today were sold. Next bus is tomorrow at 5pm, coming to G;or at 6:40.
Without even thinking too long, I purchased the ticket and now takings bus back to Shamorin. This ride is only about 20 minutes. I have two back packs. One is with my painting materials and electronics and another one with some clothes. In the bus I took a high seat near the central double door. International bus is very comfortable with seats on a high pedestal with a high baggage space above the seats. Here we are arriving close to a Samorin bus stop.

I know this station very well. Many times I was going from here to Bratislava and back.
Bus was still going pretty fast even our stop was close by. I got up still standing on a podium and begone putting my back packs on my shoulders and looking through the window how we are arriving to the station, but suddenly driver hit brakes and I did not even realize that I, like a brick was hitting all metal passenger’s seats and falling from my high pedestal on the floor of this bus, hitting with my head, shoulder, ribcage and stomach hard floor of this bus.
In a second I lost my conciseness but immediately realized that bus is not moving and all passengers above and in front of me, including two drivers are standing and looking at me. My back packs were still attached to my shoulders. I hear angry voice of a driver,” Why you are not holding a rail?  What is wrong with you?”. In a moment I felt pretty guilty, but realized that driver was talking to a second driver behind him and did not notice car in front of him. This why he must suddenly hit a brake hard.
I quickly got up,  Us driver now slow moved bus to the station, opened doors and I said “Dakue, Ya v porjadku” (thank you, I’m fine), and left bus with my back packs.

I felt no pain and was thinking that I’m glad nothing bad happened after such a hard fall.
School was close to a bus station and in three minutes I already was opening a school gate and main door of the building. Right here, before going up the stairs I started to feel incredible pain on all right side of my body. I guess I had shock and did not feel pain.
My breth suddenly gave up and I hardly could brieth. Holding myself for the rail I finally got to a second floor and passing Katerina’s (school secretary) office whispered, I felt hard in the bus and will go to lie down.
When I went on my bed (narrow arm chair) I slowly put my body as I was dressed, with my legs on the floor because to move my body up to the pillow was impossible. Pain was imberreayle  to the point that I was breathing irregularly. I closed my eyes thinking about my tomorrow trip at 5pm. and how I can give this ticket back.
Almost through a dream I hear nukes on
my door.
Oh, nooooo! Not now! I hardly could whisper, “Door is open”.. Katka holds a small phone:  Irenka (director of school and my good friend) is on the phone”.
I need to get up. I can’t. I need to... I can’t. I need... Katka sees how slow I try to get up. Finally I’m on my feet. Terrible pain hits all body’ bat most important, I have no breath. I took slow the phone from her hand, and very slow brought to my ear. Irenka: “What happened?” I try to take a breath and I can’t. There is no inhale and no exhale. But I try to say that all will be fine, but not able to say a word. Air is not coming out and I’m not able to take it in. I feel that Irenka is terrified.......Katka sees my condition and she is also in terror. I take several more attempt to say something but is enable to breathe.
I guess Irenka feels that I attempted to talk but is unable. Finally Katka takes a phone and slowly closes my door. I feel released from obligation to talk. Again, I go to my armchair and very slow and carefully put my body on it. My legs are on the floor. I close my eyes and try to find a way that I can somehow regulate my breath. Meditation and concentration helps. My breath came back. I felt happy. Couple of more movements on my rib - terribly  painful, but slowly, I started to breath.
Someone nuked on the door. Irenka came by bicycle in five minutes from her home. Her face was white.
“We need immediately go to the hospital”. She was shaking. “Please get ready. I’m calling ambulance. We are going to a terapevt”.
“No, we do not have to. I will be fine”.
“Than we go to a psychiatric clinic”.
“No. Irenka, all will be fine. We are not going anywhere.  Tomorrow I have to be ready to go to Sopron. My bus is at 5 pm.”
“What bus? How can you go when you are in this condition?”
“Tomorrow I will feel better”
“Than we go to my house. I will take care of you there. We all will help you”.
“No, thank you. I just need to take a rest. Thank you so much”.
She shook her head in uncertainty.
“I will check on you tomorrow, but there are no any classes anymore in the future in our school».
“OK” I whispered.
Irenka turned respectfully around and went home.
Now I could close my eyes and without any additional movement fell a sleep as I was, just covered myself over with the blanket.

Next day I felt much better. The pain still was terrible on the right side in the area of my ribs.
“Should I give up my ticket?”
Bus was full. When I arrived to G;or was 6:40. Light quickly disappeared. At the bus station Information was closed. Few orderly people were sitting on the bench.
“Anion speaks English?”
They looked at me with the question on their faces. It was clear that they have no idea what I’m talking about.
 I came to the schedule of buses. Naturally, all in Hungarian language. Yes, G;or is right here.
Last bus to Sopron is at 4pm.
Hm... what is next?
I see three school students about 16 years old. They are also looking at the schedule.
“Excuse me please, anyone speaks English?”
“I do a little bit” said one pleasant looking girl in school uniform.
“How great! I need to get to Sopron. Do you know this town?”
“Yes, we do. This boy,  our friend is going there by train. Next train will be at ten with something. Bus is not going anymore today. You can go with him. We all go to train station. There you can buy a ticket. Train station is only seven minutes walk”.
About four people was in line. I was afraid this girl will go away but she stayed close to me in case I need help.
Cashier in Hungarian. I’m in English , “Sopron”.
Cashier, “ Schprechen sie Deutsch?”
“Sehr venig””. I have mus gee nah Sopron”.
Cashier in Hungarian.
“I have kain fershtee”
Here girl came to help and told something in Hungarian. Cashier immediately ripped off small ticket and passed it to me and this girl said, please do not worry, I will pay for the ticket it really doesn’t cost too much”.
We stepped slightly away from  cashier and I pulled my small valet from a pocket.
Here I had only one bill in Euro, but I really did not even see what nomination it was. I immediately wanted to give this money to this wonderful and friendly girl. I had no idea how much this ticket could cost. She refused to take money but I wanted her to have this bill. Finally, she took it and showed me that it was twenty euro. I did not care. I was happy that I finally go to Sopron and my friends will wait for me on the station.

I expect addition to that story sometimes in a future.


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Here I’m in SOPRON. It is about 11:20 pm. Dark. My friends were waiting for me in the car, Russian SUV.
Slowly, I placed myself on the back seat, putting mu small suit case and more than 20 years old back pack next to me.
“Guys, I wanted to mention to you that I have a bad back now and if I will be slow, you must excuse me”.
Short distance from the train station to their apartment was a disaster. Every small bump on the rode for me was like shot on my ribs from the gun and for a the second I have to stop my breath.
Finally we are at home. We are coming through the big gate to the court yard and second door on the right is open. By pressing a button we got a light in the dark entrance to the house.
“Pretty civilized” I thought to myself”.
Spiral wide stars lead us on the second floor.
“In Hungary second floor is considered a first one”: said Olga.
I occupied a small room. After e short talk and a cup of tee we went to sleep and in the morning, right after a light breakfast, went to the city. The center was only about 7-10 minutes from the apartment, but for me even this distance was a disaster.
Newer-the less, I enjoyed the town very much. More than thousand years old Roman stone walls still were saved here reminding about the previous civilization. The central plaza made me feel that I entered a fairy tale or entered an old movie. We took some seats at the tiny European coffee shop. Son warmed the day. High seats at a small tables were all occupied. On the right side of us an intelligent looking woman had capuchino in a tiny cup and a French looking tort. Sasha, who was my x-student (he entered my Pantomime studio when he was 14 years old, but now retired from his performances because of uncucessful operation on his spine), pretty communicative person, right away said “hello” to a orderly woman and she answered in Russian, noticing that we spoke Russian when we took our seats.
The day is so beautiful and it is really wonderful old town and I enjoy my coffee and cake.
She told us that she teaches ballet in Vienna and often visits SOPRON to walk here and to have cake and a coffee.
Nxt day I had a chance to paint a watercolor on central plaza and everything was fine. Sitting under warm sun was helpful.
I started to do a watercolor and a charming women with her mother came over to look at a watercolor I painted. They were from Turkey. Actually they visited  Venna and someone suggested them to take a day tour to SOPRON. She is a dancer in Turkey and we exchanged social site. Sopron left in my mind deep bright trail.

After a returning back to Shamorin I couldn’t stop thinking about SOPRON.
Before I left SOPRON, Olga, Sasha and I visited a real estate office where Olga and Sasha spent few hours looking together with the agent to a site with some properties and apartments. They wanted to sell their apartment after the one and a half year living and renovating it.

Sasha had hard time to get to the second floor and their Bathtub also was too high for him.
After living SOPRON I couldn’t stop thinking about this town. Sudden thought came to my mind: “Perhaps I must buy their apartment?”
I could afford it and this apartment will permit me to travel from it to any country in Europe.
I emailed Olga and said that I’m
buying their apartment and coming to SOPRON to put a deposit and to finalize my purchase.
Despite my back paint I went back and we made a contract with the real estate agency.

In February I transferred the rest of money to finalize my purchase and in the winter I
flew again to Shopron for ten days, purchased few mattresses and a bed.
Winter was busy as usual with non-stop exhibitions and creating new art works. Besides that, Caroline Dorfman, a Founder of Carolyn Dorfman Dance Company, still in the Summer planned to have my performance with her company in Jersey City Theater Center where my great friends Olga Levina and Ben La Piccolo renovated  theater and actively started to popularize their new passion to develop a theater and art in Jersey City.

My back, specifically right side still was in a great pain and I felt that my shortest rib on the right was shorter than left. I Broke my lower  rib when I fell in the bus. This why I couldn’t brith. But I know that body heal itself. It takes time and I was patient. The body will swallow broken small part of it and pain will be gone.

It November performance is coming soon. Anita Tomas, Director of dance company and Carolyn asked me what name we should give to our performance? The idea came right away: “UNDER THE UMBRELLA OF MOVEMENT”.
Both of them liked this name. It took for me two weeks to build my background stand. I did even had time to rehearse it. Right before coming on the stage company assistant was taping my structure because it was slightly shaky.
Olga Levina wanted to make a contract with me, but I refused it and said that I donate my performance to her and Carolyn Dorfman Dance Company.
I was pretty disappointed as all who performed. Only twenty tickets were sold. I knew it will be disaster because even postcards and flyers were not printed and  not distributed. The same time STUDIO TOUR of Jersey City,  which happened in October had advertising all over in Jersey City and the opportunity to advertise our performance missed this chance.
Because of my incredible pain I tried to find my movement “between painful spots”, so I can brieth.
Newer-the-less, comments about the performance were positive, but after it was over I left this event behind and did not even want to think about it any longer.
I was disappointed with another aspect as well: I told Alex, my son, to bring purchased  by my Arts on the Hudson shooting equipment I help him to buy so he can videotape part of Carolyn Dorfman and the same time my performance and Carolyn did not invite another videographers for shooting, but Alex did not show up. He actually purchased even ticked for Karla but both made mistake, thinking that performance will start at 7pm. When they came performance was over. I told him that possibly this performance will be my last one in my life. This chance was gone.
Now I was impatiently waiting for my sculpture workshops in Bergen County College on 21st of May, so I can fly to SOPRON on 25th of May and prepare my apartment for being there during the Summer.
At the end of my winter visit, I purchased two long heavy boxes with parts for assembling a double bed.
When I came in the Summer, both boxes were still on the floor and I was waiting for a right mood to open them to start assembling them precisely fallowing an instruction.

In the mean time some nights and some days I stayed with my friends Olga and Sasha in their new, pretty old home 27 kilometers from SOPRON in a village Peteh;sa. They purchased single home with the fruit garden. The money they received after selling apartment to me was, I guess, enough to buy a country home. There was a rough cement wall which separated a neighbor property from their. They put in front of it a heavy concrete table and wooden bench and few Summer wooden chairs to have food outside. Naturally I paid for a purchase of food in the store and other times I was donating half of a purchase. This was my token of appreciation for letting me stay in their house while I still did not make my own bed. During the winter they also build a sauna, made from storage place,  previously existed as a separate small storage.

Sasha asked me to make some painting on this wall. It took for me two weeks to do my mural. On the bottom of this mural I cemented square ceramic tiles. It looked pretty good and when their guests were visiting and sitting against my mural, all were happy to take photos with the table full of fruits and mural on the background.

Every Saturday we took a drive to the Austrian small town Eisenshtat to brows there through incredible amount of items people were selling on a huge flea market. Because I had no tools, I was able to purchase little - by - little all what I need to do my constructions with the interior in my aoartment.
My back did not stop bothering me and I was concerned it will affect my teaching. I have to start my art classes in Shamorin, near the Bratislava in June, as I do for many years. I guess Irenka felt that my classes were useful for the students. Few of them passed tests to some art colleges after I shared with them very important lessons, so members of the commission will see that they have special, skills in drawing.

Despite my concerns I was able to hide my problem with the back pain.

Upon returning to Sopron I decided that “enough to procrastinate” and in two days I was able to assemble children’s double bed  fallowing all instructions.
During the process I was wondering, how irrational was this construction created and how poor instruction was written.

No matter what, I was able to invent my own tool to make this assemblage much easier.

My friend Vlad Luzgin, who lived in Jersey City with his family, was traveling around and decided to stay in my apartment for a while.
To his appearance here I was already able to cut off upper single bed from lower double.

Irenka made an outstanding gift, giving me two very expensive ship skins snow-white, warm, naturally, well made blankets. Vlad liked a storage for his night sleep and I slept in my small room on double bed.

I discovered that Vlad had newer used carpentry tools so I have to teach him how to use them depending on what we need to accomplish.

My back was not only painful, but was getting worse and worse. Suddenly , once,  in the middle of the day I felt so bad, I couldn’t breath and twist and turn my body. Sharp pain occupied all joints including sciatic nerve on both legs. I can take huge pain, but his was something extraordinary. Vlad asked me if he can help me with something, but I could only show with my eyes that nothing he can do and I better will be alone trying again, like a last year, to find a moments how I can regulate my breath between painful positions while I was lying on my back. I realized that being in this situation and not doing anything will not make my situation better.
I asked Vlad to contact Olga and possibly to drive me to a local Hospital. To my luck Olga and Sasha, exactly that time, were visiting their doctor in SOPRON and suggested they will come over and we all will drive to the emergency. This way I will be observed by doctors faster.

Four of us went straight to the emergency but Olga and Sasha went home right away. Hospital impressed me by clean interior  and by simplicity and quality of service.

Vlad an I took a sit in front of a inner window where medical personal is filing papers and call patients. In a few minutes I was called and received an application. To my luck few young doctors spoke English and after I finished my paper I was asked to take a sit again. Few people were in front of me but in my turn a young doctor brought me to a room where he took my blood pressure, made few procedures and asked questions like if I smoke or drink. He was shocked finding out that I do not drink and do not smoke. “All Russians who previously came here smoke and drink”.
He himself looked like a “Playboy” guy- thick orange coke of hair “Elvis Presley” style, brown from sun skin, thick shiny bracelet on a wrist of one hand and big watch on the other. He spoke English pretty good and I felt he was curious about my way I came to Sopron.
Shortly, he directed me to a room where three doctors were ready to do an ultrasound on my chest and ribs and kidney area.
In a half hour they were done and asked me to wait again in a waiting hall.
Vlad went to smoke while I was waiting for the report. Soon I was called to receive the printout about a reason of my incredible pain: research shows three stones in my right kidney (the biggest stone is 10 centimeters, two smaller and one stone in the left side about 4 centimeters, plus broken lower rib.
 I asked if I need to pay here, but someone behind the glass said: not now. I thought I was excused from payment and was excited about it, but later received a bill : $100, but in Forints.
Walk home is close to two kilometers, but it was pretty bad walk, manoeuvring between  bad spots on the rode.

It was nice for Vlad to keep me a company. I received several prescriptions but I newer used them.
Sopron is a green city.  By walking around I noticed that there are plenty of trees with the ”ALYCHA” (wild plums) trees here. Of course nobоdy collects wild berries but I do. Next day I collected full plastic bag of those  berries and made a juice and preserves from them. It became “my priority” to drink a compote - juice from alycha every day and to have a tea with the boiled alycha. Few months later, already in Jersey City I went to check out my condition, I was told that there are no stones in my body.


: как я вылечил себя от камней в почках: вкратце: собрать алычу, скажем в 3х литровую стеклянную банку. Промыть и нарезать 3 очищенных от кожуры лимона. И сварить всё это а кастрюле, добавив сахар по вкусу (не чересчур пересластить). Надо так сварить, чтобы было достаточно соку для питья, скажем три обычных винных бутылок. Алычу можно варить с косточками.
Пить сок не менее трёх раз в день по стакану, но, можно и больше или добавлять в чай и также в чай класть саму сваренную алычу, или есть сваренные прислащенные ягоды ложкой. Косточки не глотать.

Copyright December 20,2016, SOPRON, Hungary,
Published in Proza.Ru on December 20, 2020