Greetings!

This is your friend, Slobo.  Slobo Anton Trbanek.  The one from Bosnia.  Remember?

I still learning more and more English words, but my writing, it not so good yet.  English is very hard for me to write; so many rules.  Very confusing. 

I am now working.  Work at a grocery store, as a bagger.  Put groceries that people get into bag ("paper or plastic?"), then put into cart if they have any.  If not, then they go on their way, I wish them good day, tell them to come back again.  Have been working at store for a month now, really enjoy it.

(When I work, I sit in chair; too hard for me to stand all day on fake leg. Stump get tired, sore.)

People all the time mess up my name.  They call me Slobby or Slob.  I tell them Slobo. S-L-O-B-O.  Slobo.  Not too hard to spell, say.  You should see some names back home Bosnia.  Names like Trcat.  Zlata.  Jancyz. And worse.  Some names there very long in letter, hard to pronounce.  I have no problem, but people not from Bosnia do.  Bosnian hard, difficult language (not so much for me, but for foreigners).

I still go to ESL class several nights a week.  I do quite well; teacher very proud of me.  I just wish I could write better like I speak.  I write like I still from the Old Country; need to work on it more.

Mama is doing well; she work too; we both try to make little moneys to pay bills, put food on table, so we can eat.  We work on same days, off on same days, spend time together when not at work.  Mama loves it here; I do, too.  Now that we citizens, we can vote, do whatever we want, without worry of getting attacked, shot at, possibly killed.

That's probably the best thing about being in America.  No war.

Oh, there's men fighting, but not here.  That is in other places.  Like Russia.  Iraq. Sudan.  Somalia.  Places where war is constant threat, occurance. 

Not so much fighting in Bosnia anymore, but the scars remain, people still worry it may flare up again if they not more careful.  There still signs of evidence of when we were at war there, still refugees around, people going through bad memories of war, nursing injuries war cause (like me).

I pray for my Bosnia every day.  I pray she come to know peace like they have here in America, I pray that people there enjoy the freedoms we have here.

I now go to church.  Go every Sunday.  Go to church called Christ Community Assembly of God.  It really nice; love the singing, preaching.  I accept Christ into my heart, I now go to Heaven when I die.  Mama accept Christ, too, we now a Christian family, Mama and me, Slobo.  We very happy now.  Life is good for us, the Trbaneks.

Have been watching Olympics.  China proving to be leader in medals, with Amricans second.  I am very proud of America, they try their best.  Speaking of Olympics, this man from Sweden got booed after he take off his medal (bronze; he want gold), throw it in rage.  Very stupid behaviour; shows he sore loser.  I saw it on television; I no could believe my eyes at how childlike man acted. 

It people like that who give sports, Olympics bad name!

Well, I at work, was on break, time for me to go back, give more happy smiles to people as I give them their bags, tell them to have nice day, come back and see us again.  I will write in here again soon; I know it been a while.  Take care and God bless; this your friend Slobo saying so long for now!

~Slobo A. Trbanek. :D