Everybody in the inner circle of kids in obdanište is talking about something called „liston klej“. Those were the kids from the novogradnja across the street, mostly, the better off who had TV sets. For some time I didn't have a clue what were they talking about, though some mention of boxing did surface.
I think this was my last year there. By this time I grew enough to be left alone at home, so I had my own gate key, for the times when I was in the first shift in Zmaj and would return home before anyone else - they all worked, and their work hours ended at 14:00. While mom and granma worked downtown, dad probably worked in tobacco factory, which is on (what I much later learned was) edge of kinta.
We'd lunch around half three - three, when we gather. The lunch was cooked the afternoon before, and would be reheated. We had an electric stove now, so it was easier. The stove had an express plate, which meant that it had a bit stronger heater and a thermostat, which was used to make coffee. This is about the time when I stopped drinking half a liter of milk a day, so the cup I got for birthday four years ago was now reassigned to make coffee in. It had its own coffee spoon assigned, always the same one. The enamel on the inside wore out from all the stirring, and the spoon also got visibly shorter.