A Typical Day During SHTF

Konrad suggested in comment on recent blog post I write about typical day during my time in SHTF trying to survive. Usually I think about what topic to write about first and write, this time I did other way around and just wrote. So while there are lessons to learn, this is just typical day during my time in war.

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I woke up with feeling that I do not have legs under my knees, only some strange feeling, something between numbness and pain.

Second feeling after that was that something wrong with my head, and definitely something wrong with my room because ceiling was pretty much black instead white. I sat up in my bed too fast, and it was mistake, I forced myself not to throw up, barely. And then everything came back to me:

There was war outside going on, for last couple of months.

My legs under the knees were numb because I slept with my boots on, not that it was something unusual, I did that whenever I felt that there is big chance to be forced to jump from the bed completely ready, but mistake was that I did not ease laces a bit before I fell asleep.

Ceiling above my head was black because we used oil lamps for months, with bits of old laces dipped in oil. It smelled bad, and leaves nasty black greasy spots on walls, clothes, probably lungs too.

And finally my head was about to explode because again I drank some homemade booze last night during the trade with folks from 6th street. I remember that after we finish deal, guy from 6th street pulls a bottle somewhere from behind the back, and we all felt little bit more comfortable because something like old custom that you are not going to share drink with the guy who you want to kill or cross. Old habits.

Guy was banging on box of tomato juice cans yelling: “this is good first class stuff, it worth a lot, healthy for kids …” like he personally handpicked the tomatoes in Italy, and then make the juice in his refinery which is in his family for centuries… In reality that case was 3rd class stuff, probably bought some 100 kilometres from there on some bargain market and then brought to the dude through weird black market channels to be traded at 50 times its worth.

I was there with T. and after we traded some alcohol and baby food for that package of tomato juice cans, he saw some piece of machinery. It looked to me like big old part of car engine, completely not useful for anything. (Want some ideas for items for trade? Join our discussion)

But T. was obsessed with making homemade grinder that he could use for all kind of stuff.

“What do you want for this?” he asked.

“Oh , you see it is perfect for…for… you see you could use that for…” guy from 6th street tried to rise the price trying to discover for what T. is planning to use that piece of junk.
“I want to use it for making the grinder” T. said again, ignoring my leg signs to be quiet and let me finish the deal.

Finally guy from 6th street put big fat trading smile on his face, with more holes than teeth in his mouth.

We all were missing teeth in that time, but somehow always surprised me when I saw it on someone else. Funny and disturbing at same time. I did not want to confront T. in front of the guys because it was not smart idea. When you trade you must look and act confident, giving the other side clear picture that you are know what you are doing.

If two of us looked like we are not agreeing, or we have something to argue, or that we are not confident, other side could get the idea that we are weak. And that could be dangerous.

So T. traded some stuff for that thing. We drink some more stuff and went home.

Now, after I woke up and sat in my bed I was trying to remember how much tomato cans he gave back for that piece of machinery but I could not remember.

It was pretty dark in the room with all junk moved on windows and I started to carefully look for rifle. I had ritual of leaving my rifle always in same position next to my bed, at the reach of my hand, loaded and ready, but not too close to me.

I remembered stories about incidents with weapon, guy who slept with his loaded rifle next to him, so after his friend storm into the room and yell at him “Wake up! They are attacking” he panicked and blew his own feet into the pieces.

Other folks would do opposite things and store weapons at “secure place” so after someone attacked them they had trouble to “unsecure” it and make it usable. There were lots of funny situations in world where whole bunch of folks trying to shoot and fight but without too much previous experience with weapon.

I get up from the bed, and search my pockets for cigarettes. Could not find single one. Then I turn my pockets out and collect tobacco dust.
I found enough for one cigarette. In corner of the room I picked some paper from newspaper and roll one fat cigar.

While rolling dust in paper I checked what was printed on that piece of paper : “…and we must all be patient and do everything… some people want to use panic…I promise you…” some political bullshit from peace time. It looked so far away now.

I went out to the yard, pulling the small pieces of crap that would make cigarette taste bad from the cigarette, carefully watching to hold it in vertical position all the time, otherwise tobacco simply would go out from the cigarette in split second.

Skinny was on the balcony, doing something like watch, but in reality daytime was peaceful time in the terms of the surprises and dangers at the front door of our yard. He was just trying to catch some sun there.

T. was sitting on the old car wheel with screwdriver in his hands while small fortune of tools were around him. Old piece of steel that he traded last night was in his hand, he was trying to attach it to complex mix of stone wood and steel that he worked on for last few weeks.

“And how much food you gave up for that piece of shit?” (pointing at the steel) Skinny asked me.

“I did not give anything, he wanted to take it, he took it, he give it leave him alone” I said, at same time thinking that he gave that food for nothing.
T. put some oil on that part and continued to work, and talk to us:

“How long already are we living like animals? 4 months? 5? How dirty are we? All that we can do is to shoot, sleep and find food to eat?
Did you even try to really DO something? I am building something here.”

Skinny completely ignored him, he made “kids binoculars” with his hands (fists) and watched plane barely visible high in the sky. In last few weeks foreign fighter jets flew high in the sky, as a part of the effort to stop civil war under them. I guess the thought they gonna somehow scare folks and armies under them to stop fight with simply showing the force.

Only mistake in whole thinking was that they forget that they deal with Balkans. We slaughtered each other here for centuries with unbelievable rage, and then lived together in big love with silenced hate. No too much sense.

Most of the folks watched those jets like they are some kind of magic or not even real.

Interesting and maybe dangerous magic, but far away and in some other dimension. Much bigger transport planes flew at night, throwing food for us, in the form of MREs (we called that “lunch packets”).

Skinny still looked at fighter jet high in the skies, and asked me “how high you think they are flying there?”
“Why you ask?” I said.
“I just ask”.

I kept looking at him suspiciously, because I remembered our neighbour who stated (OK he was completely drunk) that he had brilliant plan to end this siege. When we asked him how, he explained that he will shoot at the airplanes, and when they respond to that they will bomb whole area and everything will end.

One of most stupid things that I ever heard. It was like shooting the man who brings you sandwich when you are hungry but desperate folks will talk lot of nonsense.

“I am just thinking how funny and how far away we are to that pilot up there. He looks down and sees some buildings and smoke, some shitty place, and then 15 minutes later he is out of the whole area, going home, or wherever out of this mess. Can you imagine how cool is that to be out from here in 15 minutes?” he asked me.

“No I do not” I hated discussion like that, “what if” or “imagine if we..” or “only if…”

We were here, and thats it. I learned or trained myself to live and think only for today or only few days into the future. I learn not to hope too much.
Hope can be shitty thing when it proves to be false.

In first period we all thought like “oh this is temporary” or “someone gonna solve this” pretty soon people realize that nobody gives a damn about us, and that we are on our own.
After that realization some folks just lost touch with reality, some else use their skills, brain or imagination to survive.

T. always was doing some projects, trying to make things easier, to create tools for easier living. Usually it was useless. Skinny was dreaming all the time, about when “all this come to the end” and “what if” scenarios.

I learned to stay in present moment. Each one of us had some kind of mechanism of coping with new reality.

Later that same day guy from the neighbourhood came with info that chemical gas was used in one part of the city from some unit so we pretty soon forgot discussion about planes and everything.

And what about the project that T. Was trying to finish?

Yes he actually made it, he did made some kind of grinder, but much later. And funny thing was that few days after he finished that siege was over, so there was no need for that anymore.
Maybe he was building that grinder so slowly with purpose to keep some sense for him, I do not know.

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This was how one of my days went. Lessons here are keep yourself busy and what works for others does not have to work for you. If you have also experienced survival situation head over to our Personal Survival Experience & Lessons Learned forum and share your story.

24 responses to “A Typical Day During SHTF”

  1. anika says:

    Thank you for sharing this, Selco. I thought it was fascinating to see some different types of coping mechanisms that got people through it.

  2. elijah b. says:

    Thanks for this Selco. I’ve wondered what daily life was like at that time. This came from the heart as you wrote it, I think.

  3. 1974t150v says:

    Selco,
    I read all of your posts and have learned so much from you. Really appreciate your sharing your experiences with everyone.

  4. Thanks for sharing that Selco. “Chemical gas was used in one part of the city from some unit…” Just curious, were you prepared for anything like that being used against your neighborhood?

    • Selco says:

      No, not really, but on the other hand most of the news like that were rumors from different reasons, to scare, bring confusion and similar.

  5. Hillbilly says:

    I admire the guy trying to build the grinder, keeping the mind active, and not dwelling on a bad situation is key in retaining your sense’s. Add to making life better with innovative means is to me the measure of success in a difficult time. With that being said , the first piece of equipment I would endeavor…
    A Retort Still. Moonshine, good for trade. I think I could build one out of just about anything.

  6. Matt in Oklahoma says:

    The first planes were photographing. Doing recon
    Them flyboys always got some good pics even at high speeds

    Always improve your position

    That what the grinder was about. Trying to make it better

  7. Leonard says:

    Saw a video on Youtube where a guy built a moonshine still from an old pressure cooker…

  8. senshido says:

    Awesome post Druze, loved it!

  9. Darren says:

    Thanks Selco. It’s amazing how ‘quiet’ it seems. I imagine nonstop action, and no doubt there is sometimes, but the ability to sit down, build a machine or take time for a cigarette is interesting… refreshing.

  10. StukaPilot says:

    None of this could ever happen in America the Exceptional. Still, just for fun, I sleep with combat rifle and handgun w/in arms’ length. Loaded, safeties off. Just in case San Francisco Cannibals, Golden Horde, or Free Shit Army suddenly materializes. Not to mention the local .gov SWAT team. All just for fun. Because none of this could ever happen in America the Exceptional.

  11. Darius says:

    Selco,

    from the first article that I have read when I discovered your blog, a year or two ago, I have appreciated the quality of information that you share with your readers.
    But today, when I read the article, it was like a chapter from a very expressive and realistic book. You really have a story telling talent.
    Please write the book! I will gladly buy it, as I bought your course.

    Your unknown friend,
    D.

  12. Tolik says:

    Kind of an interesting thing about the will to survive and hope , because my father was a WW2 vet , I like to read stories about everything by the people that actually lived through it and did it , with my Girl being Russian , I also like to read Soviet accounts , it helps me understand her point of view as well . I was reading accounts of POWs held by the Japanese , several said the same thing on how they were able to make it, and survive the situation , they said they would make a mental list of all the things they were going to do when they got back home , the ones that lived for today only ….were the ones that more often then not , didn’t make it because they surrendered to the thought of their life being nothing more than the camp . Many were happy that liberation of the camp was from the Russians , because they knew that their japanese tormentors were going to be properly dealt with by the Soviets …..and were likely to never see Japan again .

  13. Jesus says:

    Never say never. There could be some natural or man made disasters that can do this. I thought to myself that I can never get robbed, and yet I did one time I was walking home. Trying to say never means you are being ignorant.

  14. Jesus says:

    Directed at StukaPilot.

  15. Tolik says:

    I think StukaPilot was being sarcastic .

  16. RDH says:

    I’m reading “Savage Continent, by Keith Lowe.
    The UN-sanitized version of history of Europe from 1944 to 1949.
    Terrifying, sickening and fascinating at the same time.
    Chapter 20, page 249 is on Yugoslavia.
    All this could easily happen again and is happening all over the world now.
    It could easily happen here.
    This book is not for the faint of heart.

  17. Christopher de Vidal says:

    Selco, how do you remember those days with such detail? I sometimes forget what happened last week! Not making up stories now are you? 😉

    • Selco says:

      🙂
      Actually I do remember things from that period too well, and I would be more then happy to forget some things and some details from it, but it not works like that.
      Some of that is lost and forgotten but not as much as I want to forget if you understand me.

  18. KOS says:

    would love to see an in depth post on tooth problems, aches, and falling out. its my biggest shtf worry.

  19. Konrad Arflane says:

    Selco, I would like to thank you for responding to my request for this kind of story.

    Perhaps I have taken something from it that others haven’t, but what I see in it can be summed up as, “The more things change, the more they stay the same”.

    From awaking, disoriented, on a Monday morning after a terrific Sunday drunk, to wondering about the co-worker who never seems to get his project finished, or finishes when it’s now no longer needed, or the coworker who’s just living for the next weekend, going through the motions.

    I’m not trying to make light of your situation, but rather pointing out how human nature constrains us to behave in similar ways in many situations. Obviously, based on your many stories, there are abundant examples of not behaving in a pre-SHTF way to events…but this story in particular certainly shows how strongly old patterns of behavior call, when the SHTF part is distant.

    Again, my thanks for honoring my request for this type of story.

    Konrad.

  20. GrandPaRed says:

    Excellent book. It shows the brutality of man, and the reality of war, much like Selco does.

  21. Bistoury says:

    You have to be carefull when using a still. Besides the possibility it might blow up you really should use stainless steel and copper. From what Ive read they are nonreactive with the alcohol and so wont leach anything harmfull. Then there is the methanol to deal with as well. It can give you a wicked hangover or just kill you depending on how much you drink. Best to read up on certain things as much as possible beforehand and talk to those who have experience if possible. Dont want to cripple or kill yourself.

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