Growing up in post war Kosovo meant that anytime something NEW was introduced into the market everyone rushed to try it or see it. And no, this post isn’t about drugs. But I’d be a pretty hard core 9 year-old if it was. In a country where you could buy cigarettes for your “parents” starting at 2 months old, I recently remembered a certain product which one supermarket seller lady actually HESITATED to give me. And that was an energy drink called Bomba, which is apparently still something you can buy in some places in Europe, but I haven’t seen it since that first week it dropped in the 038 (a.k.a Prishtina, a.k.a the capital, a.k.a a city designed with vague Yugo-Soviet dreams that, once completed, the architects agreed to never speak of again. For more information Google our National Library.) This drink was an electric blue fluid that came in a bottle shaped like a grenade (according to their website (yes they have one) this design won some awards but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯) and tasted like blue Fanta.
No you’re not hard cooorreee, unless you live hard coooreeee
The ads looked super hot and exciting and energizing, so of course all the children wanted it. And I got it a grand total of 2 TIMES PEOPLE. I had to abandon all sense of dignity, and prostrate myself at my parents’ feet for the change to go buy some. But ultimately, with grit and determination, I achieved my goal, got that cash and BOOKED it to the store. I kept the glass bottle after my first try because I was like, “You know what’s cool? A fake grenade.” And I had already started to build this idea in my head of myself as some cool gyal who bought energy drinks in fake grenades on the regular. My peers would both envy me and want to be me. Then I felt like such a bad ass the second time I went to the supermarket to get my hit, and the supermarket lady looked at me, looked at the bottle, looked at her co-worker, and asked her “Should I be selling her this?”
Ultimately she sold it to me, but that moment forever solidified my inner sense of coolness and daring. I stopped buying them though because my parents had me on a budget (1 euro every 2 months lol), and I could get like 50 Pop Keks for the price of a Bomba. Decisions were made.
Still the reigning Lil Miss Supreme of Balkan snacks