This should be the time when the first pizzeria opened here. At the end of a sidestreet, diverting from a larger street (that's going from ruža to Dom parallel to the river), right behind the fine underwear factory. The place was actually just meters from the dyke. The pizza was great, not a notch worse than what we ate in, say, Germany. Proper oregano, olives, and just a whiff of garlic - and no onions, as the guys in the next joint did, when it opened on Žitni a year or two later. We'd gather usually one thursday every month - Baja with his wife, Mire and Zorica, Deks with Lena (I think the only unmarried couple at the time), and we.
Don't remember much of those evenings, except that we may have done this a couple of times in the winter of 1980/81, because the main joke was when Deks once, obviously after my return from the service, asked "er, what can you tell me of the forms of self-management within the vojska?". In his most deadpan serious voice, as is the custom here. I think everyone was lucky I had nothing in my mouth at the moment.
Part of the tradition was to slug at least two beers (zrenjaninsko, of course, 0,5l, though it wasn't as good as it used to be until summer 1975) and leave the last pee for outside, when all four of us boys would stand on top of the dyke and "take care of the river level".