10-XII-2012.

The old axe is broken. Its head just split in the back, after I hit it with a big hammer so many times. And it wasn't poured like that, it was forged or welded there, a weak spot.

She got on her bike to check up on Oma, all the way to Bagljaš, just like she did every monday. Returning, she swung by the market, there's a tool store, where we already bought some (hand or power) tools, and bought this proper axe, with a rather long handle. Puts it into her tote, hangs it on the handlebars, and on Žitni trg drops into a chinese shop to get something, perhaps gloves. They see a granny entering with a long axe peeking out of the tote... They saw too many slasher movies, it seems, who knows what they saw, but she said they kept retreating and maximizing the distance from her, didn't dare come close.

Anyway, now I have a proper axe. As far as the wood chopping goes, I just got lucky.

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