My parents are in Borik, and IIRC Go is with them. Nina is with Oma. We're watching Live Aid all day on our little black and white TV. Yugoslavia was the third word power in rock'n'roll that year, and our song for the day was done professionally. Even while I write this (2013) it still carries me.
We spent the day in our 2x4 kitchen, behind our pretty, dark curtains (the window is facing northwest, and it's big) so we could see the screen properly. The TV is beneath the window, on the table. The chair in the right corner is currently taken up with the reel-to-reel recorder, zx spectrum is next to the TV. The chair in the left corner was often loaded with her stuff. We mostly used only two or three chairs.
That's probably the time we postulated that any flat surface tends to become a heap.
Then one day Nina was still at Oma's, we alone, and arranged for Loba and Magi to come in the evening. She prepared some filled pancakes baked in a plek in the oven or some such, and Loba wailed how „it's a waste to put that in front of me, I almost gave up on food, I eat less than my cat [does]...“. And then we came upon some pepperoni*, so his line was now „how this hot stuff opened my appetite“, at least four times, after each helping.
There's always something around for the hungry artist. Don't know how many beers we downed, two or three each.
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* the actual hot peppers, not the sausage named after a sausage which once contained such peppers
30-VI-2016 - 12-III-2026