I found the date of this event when I took pictures of the IV5pp class logbook, on 25-V-2019..
The ekskurzija to Fruška Gora, whole class of gimnazija. I had some unresolved accounts with the class just in the preceding days, didn't write down what. So I counted we'll wade somehow through this and the prom this way or that, with all the formality and petit bourgeois sentiment, and then we go on our way.
It was recorded as a trip to the agricultural fair, which we also did (but I don't really remember, perhaps the first couple of hours). We did go there, and I was buzzing around the fair with Siške, under a light drizzle, and when it was time I just ran out and drew myself where I needed to be. But she wasn't there, not at the faks, not on the parking, not in the apartment (she lived right at the opposite end of the fair's parking lot), is it possible that we passed each other all within the same 400m, so with some delay I noticed her on the fairside sidewalk while I was on the parking. So we met on the pedestrian crossing, returned to the fairside. The next gathering of the gang is at the hotel Park (two blocks away). Hopped to her apartment again, she had to drink a syrup and liqueur because of her slight cough, and I had a plum with her landlord. Didn't drink brandy ever since that komovica* at Sneca's after the doček.
She bought cigarettes en route to the hotel. She was a bit queasy, whether she'll be accepted, there are professors there, but it became a non-issue. We arrived at Stražilovo just like everyone else, and first went to a tavern to take a long leak, and hit exactly the tavern where professors sat. I asked Marko Bozon whether he got the sunglasses, and he told me to take care not to get lost. We took for the trim path (which was a new fad for tourism, as we were finally having fat people who'd better do something about their weight) and then at some point took a detour, this time for her to take a leak. Ten minutes later the sequence continued at the highest level, and then the rain began.
Alright back to tavern, and there Savka, Mima, Mjedac, Jolpaz and two more guys, but they went for some gulaš, which we didn't opt for. When the weather eased a bit, we switched to the other tavern, also with its own trim path - some company lined up six tables and bravely conquered the obstacles on them. Ours were inside, drank sang and were merry. The two of us took a wet chair from the terrace, covered it with her jacket (which served as an umbrella before). I sat uneasy, stuck half with Zova half with her on two chairs. Dragana tried to get Zova drunk, and we tried to persuade him to drink that vodka finally, he's behind, we already had three glasses of wine. (... 16 words...) Poked fun with Gavra (who seemed to have forgotten what occurred the other day). Then Radisav, NMN and few others came by, but only the first one got ovations. As the rain resumed, we decided to go back to town. We parted with the gang and went to Dunavski park, drunk as we were, to find some place to break a banknote into small change, to pay the baba sera (granny shitter, i.e. toilet janitor) to take another leak the humane way. Went for a pljeskavica somewhere and tried to sober up a bit. Her cold started on saturday, and now we got rained on, but she said she got the worst of it on monday, when she sat somewhere all sweaty, then sat in a draft. Looking at the high rises, she said what boxes for people, she'd never live in one.
(... 68 words...) nothing, I caught that bus, there's days ahead. Woke up when the bus was already in town, and by some miracle it made a stop just by the other side of the park, had just three blocks to home. Found dad messing with his graduation paper. He just asked how it was, and went on.
The next day went to library again. In the afternoon, when I went to Čurda to meet the taylor, I found in the mailbox a letter from Novi - the so-and-so director will meet me the next day to talk with me, about a stipend. Well, something may come out of it.
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* kom is the mush left over after wine is decanted; it still contains enough alcohol to make brandy, and it's somehow different from regular grape brandy. The connoisseurs can recognize the difference, I can't.
** to ex, eksirati, i.e. to „drink on ex“ - to bottom up.