The funeral of Todor. The whole staff of the IT department from the bank was there, and Radoje and I from the other Vaha. Weather was lousy, neither rain nor not, but depressively gray and there was a thin layer of mud wherever you step.
Having this nice job as a programmer in the bank he finally put together enough money to buy a yugo. He wasn't experienced enough to know how tricky is this thin layer of mud, so he went off the road near Belgrade, three days ago.
(unbelievable - just today, same day 2012, I see that his mother and sister have posted an obituary/anniversary, and it turns out I got the day right)