01-VI-2014.

Sonja wanted to have our list with addresses, which I printed and brought, but it contained corrections made by just anyone who found the need to update it... so I first said I wished I printed more of it, but then corrected myself - I don't really need it, I need the info on it, and I can make a copy - I photographed both pages and that was it. She left soon after midnight, along with Cvetana.

Around 1:30 they gradually kicked us out, and by 1:45 we were generally out of the picture. Most of the folks went home, but about a quarter of us went to zanatlija ("Craftsman", an old inn in a little sidestreet just two blocks away; it's popular again, under its 16th or so owner, going on for probably a hundred years). I was in company of Baki, Žuca and Radoje, the latter being sober enough to drive. The parking being in the opposite direction, the ride was four blocks, and just when we reached the pedestrian part of the gang, a cop pulled us over. Radoje had no trouble with the cop - either was sober or looked sufficiently so, or his military credentials helped (he's retired as major or colonel something), doesn't matter. The street where the tavern is being one-way, we had to go three blocks around, and by the time we got there we were lucky to find one free table for four. I had a quarter+quarter špricer (called "nameštaj" - furniture - as you get two small pitchers and a glass), made a bunch more pictures and went around to talk to other folks I didn't have much chance to see.

At around 4:00 they unloaded me at Springfield, which is nearest to my place (then Žuca's would be four blocks further and they still didn't have to make any detours). By that time the drink was finally getting me, the wine has that delayed effect, and I wasn't going exactly straight. A block later, just near the new ambulance station (we call it ambulanta but it's actually a regular primary care unit) I spotted a hedgehog on the road. Both camera and I had trouble focusing - it on the lens, me on staying vertical - but I eventually managed to crouch and take a nice shot.

At 8:26, Suez said "everything has gone smoothly, however"... and then there were a few usual tidbits about setting execute rights for the Feds user on the SQL, bla bla bla, we won the day.

We celebrated Nina's birthday today, with dad at lunch (and I think I drove him home later and Lena to the bus back to Belgrade), but not with the usual cake that dad orders from Brigitte (which should be Brigita, read bre-gitta, hungarian and definitely not french), as the one she delivered last time was all foam, margarine, whipped cream without any milk in it, artificial dyes and 3mm of marmalade as token presence of strawberries. Instead, she made a real reform torta, and additionally a cheesecake (to be taken to Belgrade, most of it).

Looking at the table, the brandy of the day was dad's 1990. loza, that he packed, the usual 50 liters of it, to be used at Nina's wedding. Nina, however, celebrated three days ago, with all five (binary) candles lit.

Mentions: Branislav Rade (Baki), Cvetana Mladović, Feds, Jasmina Vlajin, Jelena Sredljević (Lena), Kristina Birčanec /Lungur/, loza, Merima Tabarski (Mima), Milica Erceški, Nevena Sredljević (Nina), Radoje Stević, Sonja Savković, Springfield, Suez Lima, špricer, zanatlija, Živana Armatović (Žuca), in serbian