At school they mocked me for the scraped face, and it healed well already, compared with how I looked two days ago. After school we all appeared at Proleter, solo. We all split with our girlfriends in the last two days, except Čarga, who managed to stay with his for a couple of weeks more. We all made sure to have a doček as couples (and so did the girls, it seems), and then disperse on the reruns. Which is why there were some weird moments during even the first night. And now all into hunting new ones.
We didn't even know what happened to whom, found it out during this one hour, between 13:10 and 14:00, while we were lizarding* in the sun (amazingly sunny and warm - this was the third winter in a row without snow). Hazim, Gavra and I started singing a bećarac (a limerick kind of song of the south Pannonia) when Čarga was passing by with his girl - "svi bećari žene oterali, moja dama otišla je sama" (all the dudes shooed their women away, my lady left on her own). There were catcalls. Kudos to him, the last man standing unsplit and unshaven. While I had a girl older, he had one taller.
As for his girl, I do remember her face but never knew the name. Saw her in late nineties, we had kids in the same class in gimnazija.
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* taking in the sun, just like lizards