17-VI-1990.

The wedding. The church is right across the street from the cafe, so we didn't have to go far. Others have arrived as well, including her other uncle with aunt and Klaus. The kid was now about 13 and had to use crutches to walk.

The church is protestant or some such, blank walls and a very simple ceremony. At least it wasn't dark.

My german is passable, with occasional gaffe here and there. Made a laugh by the table when I wanted to say "we were all born blonde" but said "born blue" instead - well, it is the same word in serbian. After lunch (at the cafe, rather cozy noisy and cordial), went to their place, just down the street, where there was a surprise: their room was full of balloons. Their friends, a few of them, snuck out just after church, and drove a truck below their window, and loaded a truckfull into the room, shoulder high.

Took some kind of break after that, then drove off to the nearest town (again, could be Neuss, or rather something smaller) where they also got married civilly, an even simpler ceremony in the matricular office. Then we went for an afternoon party to his parents' place. Nice park of a yard, hearts hung on manicured bush around the lawn, girls were having fun.

And finally, in the evening, the dinner in Mönchengladbach (remembered the name because all of our sports reporters were breaking their tongues over it each time Borussia played), the actually boring part. Someone drove us back to Kafe Schwarz.

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