15-VII-1973.
Ari, Arie and Hans left early in the morning, a couple of hours later Ilona and Aranka came. She looks like my fair, at first glance, but just in fifteen minutes the discrepancies pop up - she's spoiled, keeping up appearances, affectations, whims and caprices. I stumble upon that idiot of a Michael (who was that?) and just hand her to him, good riddance both. In the evening stuck with the company at the table including the Dori from last night and some dutch girls. I clobbered up some kid for third time in a row greeting everyone with a nazi hand up, even slapped him and held him an oration. One evening down.
The next day sat with A & A in the restaurant, suddenly Anja scribbles on a cigarette box, in dutch, than she loves me, then scratches that quickly before Ans sees, then same in english, scratch, then on my palm in dutch. Well there, you did take your time to make up your mind, what was that, eleven days barely, but there you go. Either she realized that vacation is almost over, three twoo one... She even stood up to her sisters (in the wider sense) and said "I'm not with you I'm with him". In the water she stuck to me all the time, so just wait for the evening.
In the evening Ans announced to the olders that they'll be out longer. They came around 20:30. Wine worked, Anja and I kissed all over, and we walked away from the dock, to the sand, and sat there on some low stone wall, she in my lap. That's when we really hit on each other. Just to try out how far may I go, I inserted my palm between her thighs, not too close to her body, to which she responded by squeezing tight and then she said she'd come to my tent. At midnight we said. Ans should come too.
And come they did. We took the alarm clock from Senn because she needed it at five, we at three. Ans mucked around with Grex, who was sour because she didn't praise our tea.
We dived into Grex's dark tent, I stabbed his hunting knife in the soil in front of the entrance (the agreed upon sign, to mean „do not disturb“), undressed and then took it slowly. At some point she changed her mind, so okay we won't fuck, but everything else... so she stayed for some time, sniggering every time my hand passed over her butt, ticklish there. Made a huge hickey on my neck, took five days to vanish. The guilt surfaced around 1:30, so then they left. Grex was snoring in the car. She promised to stay longer next night.
Seventeenth, no she can't come, the youngers one are ratting out dangerously, perhaps fueled by envy. Tejka appeared, with Ivka. Sat with Tejka in the evening on the dock, and we got somewhat drunk, and we talked at length of years passed and why didn't we ever, well now we will. Kissed briefly, took my hand off her tit, we won't continue this. Pretended it never happened, afterwards. She says my dear is faithful to me at home. That was the deal, not at home.
Rudolf, Senn, Grex, Dori, Nisla and some Irena went skin diving. A crazyman collected their garments, then Nisla had to assert authority and got them back.
Eighteenth. Went to downtown, haggled at the market for souvenirs, the prices fell catastrophically, I translated. Got a cigarette holder (for my lady) as a fee. One guy there said he'd take dollars. Rudolf: "but the dollar is falling" "let it fall", I translate this and get a load of laughter, the attitude was appreciated.
Ran out of cans (conservs, as everyone said, nobody yugo, Dutch or German knew the word "can"). Then Senn came by and we started pinching her, well she really isn't as skinny as she looks. I went to sharpen the knife. Explained that even the ants have left our pantry. She promised to bring some cans. And not only she - any girl who doesn't, we won't fuck because she's fat and ugly.
In the evening, two good news - the pantry (i.e. shelf) is full and the doctor from Subotica went away. Anja got drunk and gibbered rubbish, and even though everyone said I should just drag her to the tent, nope thanks, I took her to her "sisters", she's heavy when stumbling, she's got mass. Later I heard she embraced a lamppost, circled it while shouting "I love Grakula".
Nineteenth. Milivoje became an uncle so it was his treat. We got there and saw the doctor from Subotica has moved his tent to that, quieter, neighborhood. Well the noise follows you, man...
In the evening fun with the Pančevo gang, played frizbee (word was unknown until at least 1977, we all called it flying saucer).
Ran out of wine on the dock in the evening. Nisla went with Lola (another new name, who?) to buy more. Anja was drunk, she would and she doesn't dare, so drink, broke a full bottle.
Twentieth: went with my dad to buy fish. Rudolf: "I seid he's an old market fox". The breakfast of gods. For lunch, Grex made spaghetti, what a letdown. Anja and her gang vanished from the horizon. Dunno why, I just felt lighter for that. I registered two more sisters from Slovenia, Ana and Stana from Celje, to the club. They didn't come in the evening.
Twentyfirst: mom's birthday, three of us go downtown to buy something. We talked at length with the girl in Rad's bookstore - we know each other for years now. Bought thirteen carnations - why thirteen - well she's thirty nine today, divide that with the number of only real gentlemen in the whole camp, i.e. us. Big party after lunch, or rather at Milivoje's tent, more covered space there, with just about everybody, including the Pančevo gang and Dori (sitting in my lap on the picture... though, blurring all the faces would be too much work, so here's she, drinking our rosehip tea, a much better shot).
We gathered all the bottles and returned them to the supermarket, for refund. The car was full, one of us had to walk. There were 88 notches on the roof. It didn't go with Ana and Stana, the younger one was fucappealing but the older one had a complex of bulgy eyes and fish face (not so IMO), which was a showstopper. Talked at length, at least.
Twentysecond. Messing with the restaurant menu began with the Varaždinecs. The letters were pegs, to poke in so easy to pull out, and the board was facing the tables and the staff couldn't quite see it, so the corrections started occurring gradually. yogurt became yokurt (anything with a "kur" is mindful of kurac, i.e. dick). Pudding became mudding (muda - balls). My contribution was "Gavrilović salama" becoming "Gavrilovića slama" (hay instead of salami, note the minimalism of the intervention). This morning the daylight saw "hladni odrezak" (cold steak) become "hladni kurac 16 din", to which the main cook cunted out totally and started cutting out the letters with a big knife. Two of the Novisadist girls, Dara and Rada, volunteered for the next intervention, and only all of the staff saw them. Of course, we all found ways to be elsewhere when the main cook rushed out, with something smaller than a cleaver in his hand. Had he seen any of us, we'd have to clear the camp within thirty minutes. Nisla said the guy is actually quiet, peaceful, introvert and slightly bloodthirsty.
Sat at tourist high (actual high school for workers in tourism) just across from the camp in the evening, gang all from Novi Sad, Pančevo and Zrenjanin (except Tejka - Pišta was around). Music by some guy called Tetra, with his pal. The guy could play anything, including pure piano things. One of the Novisadists (a bum, BTW) caught Aranka.
Mentions: Aranka Gnajs, Ariejan Verschoor (Arie), Gregor Kessler (Grex), Ilona Gnajs, Ivanka Tomašić /Čardić/ (Ivka), Milivoje Stojanović, Pišta Rac, Rosanne (Senn), Rudolf Ochsner, Slanislav Dunjić (Nisla), Slavica Tejin (Tejka), yogurt, yugo, in serbian
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