The 2nd part of pouring the foundations to our house. Again, don't remember who was there apart from Lajči and others, like last time. Plus we had one guy who was allegedly a mason, or at least some majstor.
Not having had anything except a shovel, had to borrow almost everything - brought a barel to have water, went around to the other street to go through (future) neighbor's backyard to his water pump, to fill the barel. I pumped up some muscle those two saturdays. Few years later, the guy would sell the rear third (not half, as was normal) of his lot to Faik, who didn't build any kind of fence until 2014 or so. We had full access to water then.
Serbian for trowel is "mistrija" and it became quite a mystery (misterija) when it vanished. The majstor looked everywhere, looked for anyone with a suspect face, who may be pulling a prank, and then he remembered where he last had it, and started digging through the last whellbarrow worth of fresh concrete, with bare hands, and dug it out. Mystery solved, mistrija found.
In the end, despite all the improvisations and having barely enough planks to complete the thing, we had it done. One piece was left unfinished, though, the end of that inside wall, which came perhaps four mixers short. For that we didn't call a moba, just did it ourselves (dad and we). The weather, luckily, served. One of those autumns with three Miholjsko summers.
20-VIII-2019 - 31-X-2025