01-XII-1972.
The saint twentyninth passed as becomes it, with roast pork and all that goes with it. In the afternoon sat to learn history, came Tejka and we played a round of lorum. Then she tried to make me escort her to town, but I took a bus at Lesnina and went to Branka, finally the official visit. She was already losing hope that I'll come. Nice folks. And it's sweet to at least kiss without coats and watch her change. In a room full of furniture they bought her... what's this, a dowry being readied?
At the disco, Gavra again with the curly one, he already unhooked D.K. in a mannered and cultured way. With this one he warms up the sarma every now and then. Hazim was with G.M. again and there were other known folks, we bought wine, but it didn't sit well over šne nokle* so we went out and in the lobby Omer's brother was courting her again (and at moments I was sorry he had no success). Then each to one's own bus.
On thursday tried to learn history; moved furniture in the afternoon. The coats cupboard went from my room to parents', the old kitchen table from theirs to granny's; the old oil heater from living room to granny's. Piece of cake.
In the evening to Proleter first, then with the crowd to Dom, danced while we had space. The šne nokle got me again so we sat. Then in the club we talked about contraception, she said it was offered during the last systematic checkup. Why didn't you take it? Didn't need it then. We're contemplating options. Our buses ran away, escorted her halfway. Wrong smells all evening.
Friday, 1st, the big concert in Dom - Srce, Bumerang, Oko and Tomaž Domicelj. On this shot: Janez Bončina, Braco Doblekar, got Čarli Novak on other shots. The petty guitar hero on the right was even better after the show, when I heard he won three beers betting on his pinball scores, don't know which one he's better at.
The manager didn't like it that I brought her too, but what do I do with her? The sound was a bit stronger, had 1000Hz for two days in my ears. There outside I took the only shot of her, in her fur coat (!). Then each to one's own bus.
Resting on saturday. On sunday, Zoran Modli, the deejay from 202 (and to some extent studio B) had a show. Took a picture of him wearing my summer hat. Then each to one's own bus, on time.
On monday, written test in history (!). The IV4 faked a leaking radiator (stuffed a full sponge between the ribs) so they had to pull the desks to half the space, to ease the cheating. What occurred with us on physic, I wrote into my notes.
First lecture in political school, by director himself, composed it nicely. Afterwards stood with Borče and Jozda until 20:30.
On tuesday afternoon Tejka came again, then I went to see a guy from DC-99, borrowed two albums by Saja and Gaja (Simon and Garfunkel). The stereo begins to pay off.
They'll stop broadcasting „Peyton place“ in spring, because it „promotes petitbeaurgeous values“. Thanks to dick, how that thing annoys me, for exactly that reason.
On friday (8th) a visit from Hungary - Feri with wife and girl. The girl has grown, chick and a half. Next day at school, going east, I told of it, and sure enough in the afternoon here comes Gavra. We chatted and she went to the living room, as Kale came to translate. I decided against waiting for Branka as she had just five classes, so dad drove us to town and there we missed each other by five minutes - she took the 19:25 bus and we arrived at 19:30. Took her to disco, the deejay (the one who speaks hungarian) greeted her in hungarian and played a thing by Omega. Told her to keep mum about the wine at home; Gavra made a show of dancing, all memorable for her. I may go visit Bekeščaba (Békescsaba) in the spring when the school volleyball team plays there...
She was more than satisfied, says they have all that at home but more modest and not so often and even when the couples dance they aren't random at all, there's no who-grabs-what. And their dance begins at six (so when does it end, then?). Said they went to Italy this summer and she got in with a french guy, but neither spoke any languages. On the way home we had full conversation without any common language (how did we do that?). As soon as we came she started rattling her impressions to her dad.
They left early on sunday (9th). At DC-99 nobody did nothing, everything is delayed.
So I had my respite from Branka all week. And then here she comes in the afternoon. My folks sat in the living room with Đuđa, so we had my room but no, someone may barge in, then we moved to the sofa in granny's room but soon came back and, voila, here comes dad asking if we're for coffee. Then she left and we met at Proleter at 19:30. Straight to club. Then it was like let's not take risks, it's a wrong day... but then we did, in the end. It was like in my dream, except, ahem, in that dream I wasn't with her anymore, but with some other girl previously mentioned here. She said how happy she was. Then each to one's own bus, on time.
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* šne nokle, from german snow dumplings, or in hungarian madár tej (bird's milk) is eggwhites beaten into foam, then dropped a spoon at a time into slowly boiling milk, then yolks dissolved in milk and sugar are poured over. My stomach used to get queasy over foamy things.
Mentions: Ács Ferenc (Feri), Branka, David Jamaček (Kale), DC-99, Dom omladine, Đurđa Rođanović (Đuđa), Gavrilo Taroški (Gavra), Hazim Jabučin, IV4, Jovan Zdanić (Jozda), Lesnina, lorum, Mališa Borkovski (Borče), Omega, sarma, Slavica Tejin (Tejka), in serbian
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