The big packing day. This I sent to Burt
OK, I'll send this and then start uninstalling stuff. We're almost packed, I just have to pull out my second disk to bring it along, and have the rest of the machine be capable to be an email client for my father. Within 24h we'll be on the road. I've had a farewell party (but our term "oproštajno veče" means both "farewell evening" and "forgiving evening") with my office gang last night, very unofficial, just a rich dinner (on company expense) with a moderate tempo of drinking and lots of talk. It must be I'm sort of famous around town - Cica (the secretary) went to the bookstore in the city theatre lobby, and she explained to the guy that she needs some book for such-and-such guy who is moderately middle-aged, leaving for the states, reads SF but she can't guess if there's any book I don't already have etc etc... and the guy there asked "Is that Paće?" (knew me by nickname). I don't know who this guy was. Seems like I've become some sort of a local legend.
In the evening, had dinner with my parents. Dad fired up his little barbecue, which didn't see much use this thin decade. It came out half raw, not enough fire and steaks were a bit thick(... 10 words...). I delivered the computer to him (his request the day before was to teach him to do emails - "if we illiterate peasants could learn the precise mechanics of artillery, how complicated can this be?"), only now I had two disks, one that I had from Avai and the other one which Greg brought. And of course I delivered it with the wrong one, so I had to drive back, get the right disk, swap them quickly. Fortunately, the lada ran fine, the shift was as stiff as it always was, and with the six liters I poured at the corner from the three bottles I bought should be enough for the night, and then the rest of it will be me treating the guys. At least I finally had the luxury of not having to fear whether I'll have enough čorba.
The atmosphere was sufficiently relaxed, thanks to the girls. Mom was just about to burst into tears or some other display of drama. But I cut all the critique with the unassailable argument the other day: "you've got your kid on the road; now it's my turn and I got three".
While we packed, Marina called twice, so I sent her off with courtesy but very few words. She does exactly what was the main reason for my refusal, don't interfere with my life, I have no will nor time for you, no matter how sweet and fuckappealing you may be, ciao and goodbye, you don't need me. Her last words were „find me“. Yeah, right, maybe one day I'll call, from a distance.
1-III-2018 - 30-VI-2024