16-I-2017.

Decided to not work for as long as this lasts.

Slavica told me to take that little still home. One was already stolen, for just copper. It doesn't matter that the copper is near worthless now, there are guys who may be desperate enough, so I took it before going home for dinner.

auntie Janja called and acted shocked. She annoyed me a lot, with all of her affectation. Then she called dad, who could still speak but couldn't get up anymore, and was conscious at times. Slavica took the call and tried to explain the situation and to persuade her not to come. Dad understood who it is, and his reaction was "šta hoće ta kravetina, pička joj materina" (what does that big cow want, [unprintable]).

I brought the remaining armchair from the other room (dad broke the other two when he fell and tried to get up over the last couple of years). We shoved it by the stove in the kitchen (stove and the pantry door in the corner not being used much) and it served as a sleeping spot.

uncle Staja also called, to give a paper to dad to sign, to authorize him to sell two lots together, one dad's and one his (or his daughters', rather, but he probably already had their authorizations). No way, I said, he's out there, there's no way his signature would mean anything at this time, what's wrong with you, man, he's dying and you're all about a plot of land. He almost cried, not when I said 'dying', but when I said 'no way, no signature now'. There was a guy from Slovenia, or someone working there, who wanted to buy the lots combined to build there. Well, deal came to nothing.

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Mentions: auntie Janja, Slavica Istra, uncle Staja, in serbian

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