Slept long, went to club. We're trying to gain momentum again and finally start doing something.
Afternoon, sat with Vasa trying for a whole hour, but we couldn't make block flute and guitar sound right when played together. Flute is probably off. Arrived home just to find Bilja and Tejka having "one more smoke then go home".
Evening in Dom initially bad, right side of my belly and scrotum hurting. Sat somewhere until it passed. Got up to dance, but gang nowhere, just Tejka, Dragana, Bilja and Branka also somewhere near, without that yellow guy. Went to make a round and found the gang in the comforter hall. Stayed with them for a while and then chatted a little with Čarga's ex, then almost tried with some acquaintance of Jozda, but he warned me off on time, has a boyfriend. So I just stood and spotted a sweet little blonde with a slightly chubby nose and shoulder length hair. I observed for a bit, and then my system DŽLJ794 woke into action, and I approached her. "You know, I'd ask you something. I'm into photography slightly more than usual, and I think I've found a face for portraits will you pose for me?".
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Then Gavra appeared with the wine, the gang came with the bottlee, so she had the chance to see them in action, habits faces etc. Žuca and Milica insisted that I officially revoke membership in the club of "svi bećari" (see 03-I-1973.), so I shook hands with each guy in turn. Then we danced again, now fully embraced. She sniffed a bit, which looked so cute on her. Didn't talk much, so I asked if she's silent by nature, nope, "just like to listen to you". "You're listening for so long now and it's still not enough? You really are strange.". Instead of answer, that smile again, and stare eye to eye. Then we kissed. Sweet, just like the wine was sweeter when she passed the bottle to me. I am happy with the turn of events.
And yes, that Mala Amerika was a bit suspect, and it turned to be further away, five minutes beyond the little disco on kinta. No hurry, we stayed almost among the last. My three week beard was snagging her hair often. She kind of liked it but we eventually decided that I should shave for the next time.
Passing by komitet, we got intercepted by Jozda, Gavra and Čarga. They said they're going to beat up one of the P. (of Čestić twins) for simmering off V. (of the Smetovački clan). Gavra took me to the side and Čarga started twisting my arm, saying "if we manage to get you down, we move on to him". "Why don't you call Hazim, he's interested". "We're doing this for him, you fool".
- c'mon release him
- so are you going with us to the beatup?
- ease off on me, you maniac, I'm a peaceful type
Gavra: and you're up to visiting my area, eh?
- by the looks of it
- take care to come out in one piece
- well recommend me to yours
- to them I can recommend only whom to beat up
- I meant it in a positive way... ok ćao
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And so I met Zeta. When I came home, I shaved, as promised. Her lily-of-the-valley perfume still in my nose.
And again there was no formal asking, simply from some point we were together and that was it. Strange, very strange.