My Macedonian grandfather with the donkey filled with groceries
From the market comes towards our house.
Our house is located across the police station
In the city of Florina-Lerin, which is a tiny city.
The backyard of our home faces the magnificent mountain
And the front-yard of our home faces the river that flows calmly.
From afar when I see the grandfather I leave the games, and the boys
To get for my grandfather, from home, the old sweater.
My grandfather wants the old sweater
To cover the eyesight of the donkey
Because the donkey fears the
Bridge and the flowing of the river.
The time when the donkey passes the bridge
It is under stress and it soils the bridge
Do not forget the donkey is just a small animal.
From across the street the Greek policeman seeing this scene
Runs like the storm and the lightning
And instead of telling my grandfather to clean up the bridge
He slaps my grandfather's face, slaps lightning fast, to solve the problem.
The face of my grandfather turns red as a puppy
This is the Greek culture.
The Macedonian grandfather with the donkey
Speechless only bends his head.
As told