24-VII-2014.
Putting the staircase together. We finally took the ladder the day before, it stood there only 21 years, and I screwed the sides to the wall. Today I started screwing the steps in.
The hens now lay eggs regularly, the homemade production started. She even put a few on the scale - they're large, about 70g average. Interestingly, the first eggs were small but often had two yolks. Then got larger and still had two yolks sometimes. Now it's getting into normal.
In the evening of 25th the staircase was complete. Now only to lacquer the steps...
On 26th, brought eggs to Lena. She's got a new bicycle, to go to work. It's a fancy thing, cost few hundred euros (400?), all ergonomic and has an in-hub dynamo, so it produces electricity without friction, nice. Also, in-hub gear shift in the rear.
Went for a walk by the bank of Danube. Made a few good shots, a splav is usually an interesting view. Had lunch on one of them as well.
There's a mysterious message from Veca, who has sent an USB (probably a thumb drive, most people don't know of any other USB thing) with it, hoping to get all the photos from old vacations.
On tuesday I went downtown for some reason, and took this shot. The local (weekly newspaper's) tradition of quotation mark abuse. Not always for emphasis, as the Americans do, usually it's because the perceived usage of some word may not be quite kosher and regular by literary language customs, so when in doubt, surround by quotes. This, however, is for emphasis, which makes it even more ridiculous. How is 130 different from "130"?
There's just one more shot from nokla, made in Čankovo in the afternoon, of the jungle by the front door. Chard, grape, weeds have gone wild.
The 2nd of august was a sunday, so we went there for the whole day. Brought our eggs, some bacon, and had a proper peasant's lunch on the spot. The intention was to have two eggs each, but... Like I said, the hens still haven't mastered the art of putting exactly one yolk in each egg.
Fourth was oma's birthday, so we all gathered there at Eva's in the afternoon - Arpi, Višnja, Jagoda, Silvija, Boba. On the way home we visited the new butcher's shop opposite Lesnina, Papp (now the guy feels spelling it with a double p will make it look posh, as double letters don't exist in serbian, unless both are pronounced). They had, miraculously, the wieners which tasted just like they did when I was a kid. And the parizer was made of the same mass, just like it was when I was a kid, it was then just a thick wiener.
Next time they weren't there, moved to once restaurant Mostar (called „Najlon“ - nylon - because of the turbo folk girls singing there), on Žitni - and the quality wasn't that anymore, but still not bad at all. To compensate, they had an excellent sausage, which tasted miraculously when fried in the pan. Third time, a couple of months later, the parizer tasted of some cousin of gasoline, completely bad chemistry. Long did it last.
Mentions: Arpad Gunaroši (Arpi), Čankovo, Dobrivoj Gunaroši (Boba), Eva, homemade, Jagoda Umljanić, Jelena Sredljević (Lena), Lesnina, nokla, oma, Silvija Umljanić, splav, Vera Stojanović (Veca), Višnja, in serbian