26-I-2018.

My day in court. Not really a court, a notary public's office - they got the inheritance hearings. Took less than an hour altogether, and I have inherited what was left behind dad - his half of the house, the pieces of land in Zajač, and the vineyard which he sold ten years ago but it wasn't translated (literal translation of "preveden") in the cadaster, only in tax books. Well, no matter - as long as the brothers, whoever they are, pay their dues, I don't care. If they want to sell it, they'll have to find me.

While the guy was photocopying the resolution, I got an SMS. I rarely get any - about 90% of it being just spam by the provider, or some murky polyclinic and recently some oddball outfits too. But I remembered that she went out the same time as I, to visit the butcher, so I checked it - perhaps she remembered that I could buy something while I'm downtown. Nope, it's the garage door, the wet weather enlarged the doorpane, so it's now stuck in the frame, so she couldn't get her bicycle out. I should go to the butcher, i.e. promes.

Which I did, but just in case called her from the shop - "I got the bacon, what else?". Worked swimmingly, got everything right.


Mentions: promes, Zajač, in serbian

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