01-IV-1973.: Work action in Naftagas
She came quite early, on her bike. Then we took the shortcut to Naftagas, by the railroad it's just three hundred meters. (... 11 word...) There were thirtysome of us. Vanji and Kid brought the sound system from the school, so in some cabin, looking like a weigh house but there's no scale, they installed it. Played "Tarkus", BS&T, Hendrix, Mlinarec, LGT... Split into work groups, each cleaning up their part of the yard, just Jozda and I were separate, rolling the old truck tires. That isn't too easy, my leg hurt later. Then he drove the pickup truck and I chatted with the workers, they say "you got good chicks but that little one is special" "whoa there that one is mine" "good that you said on time for tomorrow you could have said she used to be yours". Ah yeah, who's talking.
(this was me and Jozda, dragging some old cables)
When it was all over they distributed the juices and sandwiches (the juice being just something yellow, probably orange soda) and then they all went across the street to the shooting range to play some football(... 49 words...). The match was over, lost by 11:6. Packed everything, I took Kid's Tarkus to listen at home, probably the same one we used for the final bit of sound (first version) for "The progressive".
(... 46 words...) I played it more in the afternoon, there's stuff in there to find out after five times, so I didn't have the time to shave. (... 67 words...)
Didn't have the sixth class on monday, so I waited for her on korzo. Talked with the base and organ players of Pa šta onda, told hem tape on sunday or we don't shoot. She then arrived, we drew ourselves in front of Tekstil and just stand there, and watch the passers by react to us. They usually go eyes bulging, then clumsily pretend that they didn't, it's pee-in-pants funny.
On tuesday NMN held the class in nature, that is in the school yard, lying down with rifles, learning to disassemble them and to lie down and aim. Big fun.
Overturn in the staff of "The Gram" - Furcula resigned. Don't know what he resigned, he wasn't elected to anything. He just picked up his stuff so he doesn't get shooed away.
They had a party meeting - Jolpaz is taken in as a member, and Gavra is a candidate, to be decided on the next meeting.
(... 30 words...) R. (friend of Pop) shaved his skull, "a modest contribution to spring". A new Velbon tripod arrived at DC-99, excellent. Stood at the corner for quite a while before I strolled down to club, and she went home. She was extraordinarily well disposed.
On thursday (5th) the written at Sonja's. Since we're already old donkeys, she can't make all of us write on the same subject, so she got into setting up two subjects. This time it was aaah professor, not that, give us something else... and then she adds the third, and fourth. Several minutes go by. Then I pull out Bajče's cassette recorder and play the fresh recording of this shouting out of subjects. There's one loud voice then twentysome loud voices, separated by brief silences, alternating. She only pleaded "is that my class... ajme..." (this "ajme" is actually a dalmatian sigh, something like "woe is me" - totally incongruous with the rest of her speech patterns, yet very fitting).
With Aćim in the club afterwards, shot the cartoon "How the denizens of Melency stretched the plank".
On friday (6th) again at Naftagas with their president. Imagine, Sonja was born 1945. (... 12 words...) After class the school secretary held the political school on the quick (we sat together!) and then we stood by the shop window of Tekstil and just chatted. (... 20 words...)
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On sunday finally gave up on Pa šta onda. Deadlines passed, they drag their feet, ciao. Festival fever in the club, editing, chopping. In the afternoon, just during the final credits for Kurosawa's "Dodeskaden", Tejka appears. I got off to town ten minutes later to get to the movie, saw Forman's "Taking off" then went to Proleter to wait for her. She arrived at five to eight. (... 33 words...) Ema the cosmetician still doesn't have a regular boyfriend, seems more content this way. Gavra came by, I greet him with party line chant, he goes "you'll grow worms on you in those corners, they'll wipe you out with the cobwebs in the end... and when I want to run a house newspaper, I'll make it myself" "ah no, fuck that, that's Furcula's own fuckup, and he's already resigned" "after the party [meeting?]" "no, staff meeting, before that" "ah alright okay ciao and keep watch for the cleaners not to pick you up when they get to the corners".
Monday, 9th. The combined team of 2nd and 5th division (the third two has only six guys, the rest is girls) is the school basketball champion. Sat on some boring meeting in the city hall, skipped out on time. Kept doodling on the margins, killed myself of boredom. Then met her and stood with her at the horse*, almost an hour. She kept coughing a bit.
On tuesday, after classes, the newspaper staff meeting. Deliberation in the presence of a party organ (of what, digestion?).
On wednesday, a meeting at DC-99, on thursday my gums swell, again... The last two classes were off, Sonja went somewhere, I was supposed to get back to watch some match but my folks declared me ill and didn't let me go. Actually just tired.
On friday, before classes, the newspaper staff met and performed a revolution. We completely change the conception.
All easy classes on saturday, and the week was successfully negotiated, and dad appears after classes. Drives her to kinta and takes me home. What gives - tetka with hers is here. Full house. The two are some chicks already, full of complexes and no clue as to what they'd want, and all hollow. That's about when I noticed they can't compose a whole sentence, the words being sparse between the crutches. What will happen with them...
On sunday (15th) at DC-99 we discover that we don't have a good enough movie for the festival, so I decide to compose a "Leftovers festival", later named "What happened later". Which was the question granma often asked after watching one of those movies of sixties with the open end, where the viewer was supposed to think up an ending he'd like, and understand why. That didn't fit into her head, she'd rather ask "what happened later?", as if we saw something she didn't.
In the afternoon Milivoje came with family and prof. J., so we're crowded. I had some official business with him, which I dealt with promptly, and appeared at Proleter on 19:00 sharp. (... 58 words...)
Took me seventy minutes to walk home, was somehow too tired.
(for the meaning of the title, check radnaakcija)
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* "at the horse" is almost a tavern, with just a terrace and a kiosk with a bar, in front of the library. There's no horse, it's nicknamed (official name unknown) analogously to a similar place on Republic square in Belgrade, where the monument to knez Mihailo is. Note that it doesn't say "at the knez".
I don't know how many years this existed, I don't have it on the photos. Found it somewhere on a (bad, out-of-focus) negative that Slavka last year gave me to develop.
Mentions: Borko Bošković (Furcula), Branislav Bačikin (Bajče), DC-99, Gavrilo Taroški (Gavra), Jovan Zdanić (Jozda), kinta, korzo, Marko Popović (Pop), Milan Šebrcan (Aćim), Milivoje Stojanović, Pavle Džeferdarević (Jolpaz), radnaAkcija, Slavica Tejin (Tejka), Slavka Vinković, Sonja Savković, tetka Mima, The Gram, Vilmoš Baranji (Vanji), Zoltan Kadar (Kid), in serbian