Monday, therefore nothing. Mocked Pop for something a little.
Tuesday, at Dom, "They shoot horses, don't they?" but I didn't go, because mom, granma and me went to Čurda to visit an interesting guy, a tailor to do my prom [suit]. Arrived some time before the end of the movie, and later art director said "aha, there you go, the petty bourgeoisie outlook is upon you. You'll see, there at the graduation will clearly be seen who will be philistines and who independent spirits".
Saturday, 6th of april, I stand in the swelter at Proleter, expecting her. Reading NIN, there's a long article on Korni grupa. Once they send you to Eurovision, suddenly there are the reasons to appear in a serious newspaper... same reasons as before, but now's the time. Bosa was standing with me, also waiting, for some Č. eventually succeeding in waiting. ŽGLJ held the fifth class to us and IV3 together, because LML wasn't there and there was no other substitute, so we were off for the sixth. Which means I waited 45 minutes longer. Around 14:00, amidst a dispute about italian goverment ("give me something that falls less often"), she comes. I recognize her gait and hairwaves from afar. Tired, hungry. We banter for half an hour on empty stomach.
My [folks] at home already worry where am I. But how could I announce.
In the evening to theatre first, to get the tickets for the premiere. Ridiculously cheap, and so is the audience, i.e. we. The piece is, in the spirit of these years, "an unshamed agitka", i.e. about partisans all the best, except this time they praised the most ordinary people, the accidental and unlikely heroes without intention. I thought we'd be the oddball couple there, she without her party badge (which she never wore, but would have been appropriate in the context) and me in jeans, all around us the premiere audience. But no, we fit in completely.
After the show went my place to see how will Korni grupa do on Eurovision. They looked great and "My generation" (aka "Generation 42" in english) is probably the best song of all times there, which means it was in a completely wrong place. Whatever, that was the evening when ABBA was launched, and it went as it went.
On sunday shooting with Grne somewhere, his scenes for "Good old times", then the rest of it in her street.
Monday (8th) and tuesday in the lab, even Marko Bozon paid (!). She was supposed to come on thursday, my parents had an anniversary so wanted to take us out for dinner, but she wrote she'll be coming on friday. Went to tell Oma and she said she already told her not to be here on thursday, what business of hers is to attend my folks' anniversary. Bought photo paper etc for the lab, Vuk's Rječnik (the first big dictionary of the language), granma bought a bathroom scale.
18-III-2021 - 15-IV-2026