The second entry in the diary, stating that the class will be on a field trip to Belgrade on tuesday, 21st. Lidija put me in charge as morale riser, ie. to make fun and crack jokes. I had the ugly duty of cashier, i.e. gathering money. In two days I raised 46,50 new dinars. Promised to myself never to be cashier again. The entry is full of "ah! bah! uh!" and other exclamations of discontent.
Of the ekskurzija I only remember that we went to Avala, to see the magnificent monument by Meštrović, and probably the TV tower. Perhaps the zoo, that I don't quite remember.
This little story fits into this period, or a year later:
Pera Džusa, grandfather's brother-by-something, was teaching Silvana Armenulić to drive. My folks dropped by his place (same main street in Zajač, less than 1km away from village center... hm, I remember they had an Orion TV set with one of those glass shields, tainted blue on top and kind of orange on the bottom, the worst fake color that can be, but there it was), and he was just arriving when they were exiting the fića, Silvana at the wheel. They stood there by his gate to just say hello, when he turns around and shouts "Aman, Silvana, fuck your saint, turn off that blinker!".
About that guy I never understood how we may be related, only that he "ranks as grandfather", though he was roughly dad's age. Silvana was already famous by then, the newly composed folk music (that was the official term, actually it was called narodnjaci) was bringing both fame and money even before they found where its turbo button was.
On twentyfifth I remember we watched the world's first global broadcast, of which I remember only that the Beatles premiered their „All you need is love“, which was translated in many ways here, but almost twenty years later Bajaga won the title of the best translation.
7-VI-2020 - 15-I-2026