Hot Sausage

Forget Alan Sugar or Donald Trump, the real wheeler dealer in this world is the lady on the left. Don't let her grey hair fool you. She runs the apple wagon franchise at the cross roads outside Novi Sankaman in Serbia. But I think that is just a front.

She saw me coming a mile off. When I got there, I asked for 3 apples and she laughed. Apples were 18p for 5kg but her friend saw my transportation problem. We settled on 5 and then she threw in a couple more. A shrewd move. Weighed down to this extent I was forced to eat a couple there and then. As I indicated this intention she said something like 'Then what you really need is this' and furtively pulled back the flap on a cardboard box hidden under the wagon. It revealed hot sausage and it appeared that she was open to do a deal.

My mimes to enquire whether I could eat it now, raw, without cooking were returned with affirmative nods. This was clearly the best stuff.. She selected two lengths and weighed them. About 2 Euros seemed a good price to pay but then I couldn't really refuse. You have to play it straight when you deal in the hot sausage market.

So I ate two apples, a length of sausage, plus some bread her friend gave me. It may have been illicit but it was all good stuff