Welcome to Petrovski

(The blue/yellow bins we fill with pears and the house I eat, pee, and drink tea in)

Hi,
Today I hope to introduce you to my picking family at the current farm.
You already met good old frenchie Justin and Stan the man.
Here are our new family:

Victor The Victorious
Another german-russian man, very energic, once, we were aiming to do 6 bins (of pears) each for the day (our top score, achieved only once), on the last bins, he started talking to pears and told us "the pears are saying PICK ME, NO PICK ME, ME ME ME!" of course he is not insane, but definitly crazy. We have lots of fun making stupid jokes and faces.

Jimmy The Big Boss
An old man, the father of Arthuer (see below), goes around the farm while we are picking with his motor bike and tells us what to do, he is really funny, when he gets frustrated and angry he throws fucks and bastards together and then keeps on talking, confusing, for example he would be talking about trees that had two varieties of pears and would suddenly say "fucking bastard fuck" and then say "those jewish people make these trees". He likes talking with us, and mentioning "jiggy-jiggy" from time to time.

Arthuer The Boss
The owner of the farm, always working, from 7-8 in the morning till 8-9 at night, drinks coffee and smokes ciggirates all day. Really good boss, he takes everyone into consideration. Sometimes when I smile at him while he is working he would shout "WHAT!" and i would shrink and make up something to say or just say "nothing... how are you?" He is pretty cool, I might come back and work for him. He also gives us beer sometimes after work!

Trevor The Helper
Trever is a funny-fun old lad, in his 50s, yet still full of energy, a high funny voice, and a tendancey to talk to himself. He always makes a joke about him not doing anything and still getting paid, and gives a little devil's chuckle, its hiliarous, awesome dude. He wants to travel around with a fancy caravan when he finishes. I always tell him "Don't work too hard!" and he would reply "ha ha! yeaaaa right!" (he works as much as Arthur).

Jimmy The Clean
As I mentioned before, most men and woman here are Macedonians, and Jimmy is one that lives in Melbourne. We always sit with him at work, and talk about bins and picking. He likes Victor, and he would shout over the fields of pear trees "VICTOR! Too slow!" and will everyday, twice, say to Victor "If Hitler win, all speak German!" I think Victor is really tired of that. He is called The Clean because he picks 7 bins a day of pure pears, no leaves, no branches, nothing but pears.

Viki The Cats' Lady
She loves cats, and we have plenty of them under the house, "I come here every year, for 20 years (or something long like that), they are my babies!" she told me once about the cats. Every morning she would wake up and call "Puss puss poss" to feed the cats. She is the mother of the family, always taking care of everyone and providing help for who needs it.

Nicola The Confusing
The only words I understand from him are Yes, Hello, Good morning, Is Ok, and No. The rest of his words are either Macedonian and Russian, but he keeps talking, thinking that we (mostly me) would understand him, I can't, one word I would always mention to him is "What?!" He is a good man though, and has a joyful laugh.

Meitrai The Giant
A giant man with giant feet, picks 10 bins a day, and ONLY eats instant noodles, tomoato sauce, and curry powder everyday, every meal! We were all trying to figure out how he does it, but its really illogical.

Nygeal The Dreamer
I sleep in my tent, and he sleeps in his car, and I always hear him dreaming, mostly nightmares, they dont sound very good. I love his laugh and his laugh-face, espacially when he gets drunk on french brandy, he talks a lot and tells us some funny stories. He is fun to talk to.

Omar The Storyteller
As his name suggests, he loves talking stories, history, and politics. He doesn't live with us in the farm, but he comes over after work sometimes. "I never say please" one time he said, and he talks until we have to sneak out to go to bed. But I love his talks, I always find it interesting to listen to his view of politics and the history of countries.

And that is all, it's not a bad family, but I like it. I love how everyone is different and always love listening to all of them.

I am finishing work soon, my skin is full of scratches, my back feels like an old man, my bones are aching with pain, and my mind is aching for a thai massage. At the end of the Williams (the pears we are picking) picking season, the Big Boss organizes a barbaque for all the pickers with good food and beer, I am looking forward for that!

Melbourne, here I come! again...