11-IV-1976.
My parents' anniversary, so they took us to dinner. I made just this one shot before we left.
The white line on the wall is the saltpeter or whatever compound that came out of the bricks - that's where the bathroom is, and it's not that any of the pipes are leaking, it's the humidity from the soil. Capilary rise, the problem of adobe and brick. When this wall was built, they didn't know they should lay a solid layer of tar paper or foil or whatever to break the flow. So it was always like this, here and in many other places in the area.
She wore her new bordo coat (actually mantil, which is what we call trenchcoats). Bordo is the name of the color, I guess named after Bordeaux wine, not the Bordeaux čorba, which is the copper sulphide solution to use in vineyards, and completely blue. (... 13 words...)
The place where we went was the next village north, which has its spa, with medicinal mud and an actual state-level sanatorium for whichever condition the mud helps with - mostly paraplegia. But nearby there's also a nice restaurant, "Lipov lad" (linden shade). The band wasn't too bad, considering they played just narodnjaci music, turbo folk wasn't invented yet. But we were sitting next to it, and that wasn't too good, but OK, we could talk from time to time. The best part was when they took a break, and the keyboard player, who had his organ set to accordeon all the time, switched it to regular organ and started playing some rock-jazz stuff, softly, for himself. But I heard it and just smiled and gave him thumbs up.
(nope, this was two years ago, and I have no clue where did we go this time)
I was driving, so dad could raise a toast.
On the second year we had a foreign language course. I got russian by default, as I had it before. We didn't learn much of new stuff there, just widened our vocabulary, had more serious texts and a few demanding grammatical constructs. And once S.I., who liked to pretend to be the orderly, wiped the greenboard (which prof herself would do, or if the classroom was empty, the cleaning ladies would) and wrote, in perfect russian, „why do we learn russian when russian girls do not come to our sea?“, for the professor to find when she comes. (he'd become wrong a couple of decades later, but it would be a bit late by then)
I opted for english too, for which I applied at the NN group (nastavno-naučna grupa, curriculum-science), with the idea to acquire a paper, something to make my knolwledge of english offficial. Now I filed a second one, to pass the exam now, before the end of semester, without attending to the whole course. Because I had a hunch that the second year is seriously hard, and that it would be better not to have an extra exam in the middle of june.
I had this one somewhere on linguistics of philosophy, in some old XIX century building, in strict downtown. Didn't get a ten because... of some grammatical tense, which I properly applied in a sentence, I couldn't remember its name. So okay, nine is fine, and you ladies stay both insulted by my absence from the rest of your course.
Mentions: čorba, narodnjaci, in serbian
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