01-IX-2026.
Last night we, out of order, sacrificed ourselves to science and were our own guinea pigs. Tried the cherry 26.2 (26.1 remains for some other time, we made it into a papazjanija, had pekmez in the mush). And it was good. We returned half of the fourth (fifth?) shot back into the bottle. The cherry is weird, leftover fragrance in the nose the next day.
We meant to make noodles today, but it's a first [of the month], there'll be a protest in the evening on the hi-fi crossing, let's move [our asses] out. On top of that, our slippers are falling apart. Mine from Lidl already had soles partly unglued, which superglue solved, but now the front strap partly pulled out. It's either to sew it or toss away. So we planned a visit to town.
On the Žitni we went straight to the shop where once Bagat was or maybe the Najlon tavern (probably former, in part of the Najlon's space now there's „Moskva“), and right on first we found what we looked for, and she added a pair of shallow shoes for herself, all of it leather to the skin, sturdy (I hope) polyurethane soles. Tab 10300, not so bad at all.
We crossed the bridge, she went to the Chineses in the glasshouse to see what they have, I sat to light [one]. Now there are new benches and trashieres (a word I thought was sheer mockery, but wasn't), so I dumped the old slippers. She came out while I was still on the first half of the cigarette, so she lit too. When it was time to undistinguish the butt, she came by another trashcan, and it was almost empty, with just one plastic bag with a wee opened box in it, someone bought an yewezbee cable and discarded it... along with a 500 dinar banknote. Finders keepers fee.
Then she went to the other Chineses in Nama, to buy dresses for Tanja, and I to the suplementarnica (word invented or collected by Lena, a shop selling additives for bodybuilers) to see about that taurine. Don't have it pure, only with something, so nothing. Sitting, waiting, pretty women passing through the town, and then some extra chick comes by with her mom, and I saw that I kept my eyes peeled to mom more... She found two dresses. Then, as planned, we went to Cara Dušana for a banjalučki ćevap, fourteen years ago we dropped by there often when going to the garden. But nope, new owner, no pljeske, they have mexican fast food now. Though, a burrito is okay anytime, but didn't like their smells, let's go back. No, not to Zanatlija, which is near by, but no thanks, let's take the other side of the street, to see if that Njam Njam (yum yum) is open, I saw the same logo as some twony years ago.
Turned out it's [the rest of the paragraph I put on burundi first, then here] a real little revelation. One hole in the wall, which I photoed back then in 2005, while on vacation in prapostojebina*, still works! The „Njam njam“ pizzeria in the near section of Cara Dušana, where the street numbers are still one-digit, has only the logo and the door on the street. It's a long ago remodeled ajnfor [from german Einführ, cart entrance], narrow and long until it reaches once backyard. It's nicely put together, not in the fancy shmancy everywherethesameism style, and the pizza is quite okay. It's been years since the last one I ate out of home (because my maam is the absolute czar on the subject), and even then what I was finding was anywhere between mnyah and unprintable. This was quite decent, and they even turned the airconditioning on while we ate. The price was, wdIk, I'm not current, whether 1250 is much for a medium? Besides, the unverse already treated us the 500 dinars.
Went on to centre, and saw there some crowd at the komitet, aha, the ćacad [the plural of ćaci formed as plural of animals, telad, prasad, štenad - calves, piglets, puppies] spread their four stalls and guard them. Recognized them by the physionomies - all the bodybuilt characters in black teeshirts... Good [thing] that we were on the odd side of the street, didn't disturb the digestion after dinner.
We sat on the monument's steps („I'm here in the centre, at the horse“, someone said into [his] mobile), had a smoke. Nearby the core gathered, some guy with a telescoping rod, spreading it slowly, donning the flag on it, raising it. Around eight one lady lifts the megaphone and says „let's [go] slowly“ or something such, and all of hundred or two of us who gathered, walked to the wi-fi crossing, and held the sixteen minutes of silence. There was only one director's fas in movie or theatrical director], every minute she read a name, year of birth, place of habitation. Which turned out just right for me, as I'd wander away in my thoughts to who knows where. Well I did anyway, but returned every minute.
Some, I heard, stayed longer. We were already tired, so let's [go] home. I thought I was going to get sick for eating so much for supper (she had a 3/8 of a medium pizza, I 5/8, the fifth slice being overboard) but no. And we went to bed somewhat early, right after midnight.
Wensday, made noodles. In the evening, cherry again, with the fragrance of overlast night still in [my] nose. Slept until 12:50, she woke me up for lunch. The rest of thursday, nothing at all.
Talked with Lena on fourth and fifth, first time it was a kuking šou (cooking show), what with Filip in a sling over her breasts, phone parked on the upper shelf, cooks and talks. The kid is progressing nicely, the limbs are rounding, the face is gradually shaping, and the baby dark brown hair is vanishing and being replaced with light. The other time it was Tanja who just wanted to see us, so let's. Later we spoke with Nina. She was in somewhat down mood at first, the kids got her up at 4 in the morning, Suši shat in the middle of Violet's bed, with tapeworms wiggling. So replace the linnens, check the cat's treatment schedule, when was the last dose... And we know Nina, if she didn't sleep enough, she's no good all day. But then they got the friday off (initially scheduled as half day but guess the boss couldn't remember which half), rested enough and we did manage to raise her spirits. They'll go to another guitar lesson today, but she won't attend, said it's not pedagogically sound to have yer mom watching over your shoulder while you steal tricks from instructor, she'll rather sit in the lobby and read something off [her] phone.
Then we decided to make another batch of noodles. The eggs are still smaller than they were until mid july, but not as small as they were in august. It seems the producers in Čantavir saw they screwed it up with the recipe change...
This year drinking every second evening has somehow become the norm, which rhymes with the frendz parti being bi-weekly, but we spoiled it this week with one ahead-of-schedule on monday. Then fixed it by skipping both thursday and friday, and then after the saturday's entertainment we stayed until half four. And had a nice time at both.
Talked at length on sunday night with Go and Stanley. With her mostly about cooking, with hom of how he didn't go to work whole week, worked at home instead, so had time to think [things] over and came to the conclusion that Seattle will rather soon go into dick, when all those alcoses, junkies and homelesses run out of sources from which to eke a living and a dose for their appetites. Eventually we saw Neša, tall and slim, and when we said he should work out a bit, to put on some muscle, look at the devil, he had bicepses to show. Lacking all others, though, but there, it's a start.
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* prapostojbina, ancient place of origin, where one's roots come from, however with -jebi- it includes fuck.
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