Going to town and going to market are two different things?
My three aunts did their best to replace my mother. They all loved me enormously, but they could not make up completely for my mother’s love and the loss of my sister. The oldest was Bisera. One day she travelled to Sarajevo to visit our relatives, and through them, she met an older man and married him. She was nearing her forties, and this was her last opportunity to have a husband. She was fortunate with him and even gave birth to a healthy daughter. Azemina and Fatima still remained in the house and shared everything with us. Fatima was the youngest, about thirty years of age and worked in a factory, often the night shift. She had many marriage proposals, but somehow none of the men who were interested in her could win her heart.
Azemina was my favourite. She was a born optimist, a tireless fighter who would never give up, a comedian who could quip and crack a joke off-the-cuff. While Fatima was very feminine and spent her free time doing embroidery, needlepoint, and knitting, Azemina was more inclined to do
atypical male work like chopping trees, splitting wood, digging ditches, and painting walls. She would cut the throat of a chicken without batting an eye. When my father was repairing his car, it was usually Azemina who would give him a hand. She was strong like a man, but still her body was curvy, and she would never go to town or market without make-up.
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