Running everywhere. Don't know all the places where I went in the morning, some around downtown and school, and in the afternoon, between 14 and 15, dropped by DC-99, to Bukac, to Tarča, to the hotel, to school to take a leak and defend my matricular paper. I wanted to jump the line but realized too late that I only needed to ask, so I turned up the last. So at my last official encounter with Marko Bozon we were alone, so he had no comments on my hair and beard. I don't even remember when I last shaved, maybe end of april. Looking at some pictures from a couple of weeks later, it probably looked quite beardy. It was a bit of anticlimax, he didn't feel prompted to grill me now that he doesn't have to, and I also didn't care to say anything. The sight was enough.
Finished by 16:55, just in time to hop across to the hotel, there's not 30m door to door. First I passed by the guy, and then we did manage to meet. I don't even remember the looks of his secretary. After coffee we went to DC-99, where I ran the strike force of my movies for Unesco (in whatever shape they currently were), and then we talked for two good hours about everything, mostly about how they operate - what's supposed to be finished by when, which guys have the rights to give you trouble, the editor-in-chief has these rights etc etc. All of that, of course, under condition that I manage to get a seat at the academy (or was it renamed to FDU this year or the next?), when I get a stipend and a job waiting for me.
The running joke about the province TV station was that it was how they solved the prostitution problem in the city. And now I remember it was mediated by Ilona, not Putnik and the guys from Foto kino savez. The province TV had money and was too new at the time, it missed people. Eventually, few years later, one of my roommates (Franci) went to work there as a director; a friend from the august birthdays gang (Pali) worked as an editor; I was interviewed along with Baja by Želimir Žilnik himself after we made that little movie in 1978... but I was not the one who will work his days behind the camera.
Drove to her then, to exercise my bragging rights in front of oma, but didn't score too many points. Went to attend an accoustic music concert, it says some „bard“ was billed (probably Zaka), and „Three drops of rain“, which was Adža's experiment - guitar, violin, flute (one of those played by some girl), too bad we never saw them again. Of course, it rained.
The next day I was all somehow peed on, škodilak wouldn't, so I went to her and we didn't go out, didn't feel like going to disco, a tavern is not our thing, that's not us... Sat at her place, we made tea, minted fantastic plans about a vacation (my matriculants, those who were relieved of exams like me, set to meet at 18 and drink the hell out, I didn't go). Poured some gromovača* into my tea, barely forced myself to vanish around 23, so oma wouldn't have a cause to nag her.
On sunday, the 19th, the matricular exam, written, for those who didn't manage the shortcut. Those who had all fives each year (straight A, in american lingo) were relieved completely; those who were excellent (i.e. average 4,5 or better) had only to write a paper and defend it; if they got a 5 for that they were relieved too (that's my case). The rest of them had to pass exams in about four or six subjects, three of which had to be sciences, all optional except maths and serbocroatian language.
I slept most of the morning, then waited half an hour for a bus to Čurda, to pick up the suit, and bus didn't come at all. In the afternoon she came. I wanted to watch „Slave rebellion“, but she joined mom against me a bit, almost made me to look selfish. Well this is not entertainment, I've had lots of it lately, it's interesting sociologically, but then screw the movie, it's not worth that much noise. Then she thought my final „well screw it“ comment was at her, so we walked in silence almost all the way to the station. Then I appologized, it was not directed at her, it's pointless to have a row over one movie. Then she almost wanted to force me to go and see it, but I said no, I'll go home and watch TV.
The next day I changed the timing and finally caught that bus, went, paid, waited for the guy to tighten it a bit, and got to the same bus on the way back. The suit has a secret pocket in the left sleeve. And it's not really a suit, looks like one but then doesn't look like one.
I thought I wouldn't wait for that bus, so I raised a thumb to hitch something, and an Opel stopped with stickers all over its side, says TITO, asks how far do I go, I said the last bus stop and bus ain't coming, he said no I'm going right... but here's your bus behind me. Now it was too late to make a run for it, so the guy drove me as far as he went, and there I was ahead of the bus again and caught it.
After that in komitet, the rehearsal of the prom academy. Our part was to practice marching in, in two columns, around the whole auditorium, ceremonially to the hilt. Pretending to dance the kozaračko kolo, as imagined by sociology professor, and there's no way to change anything in her scenario, there's no room left for any changes, there's only so much time, it will go as she imagined it, you can't try out variants on 180 people, it is as it is. Of course she climaxes on it: „Fantastic! Imagine how beatiful it will look when you are dressed up so nice and solemn!“. Ouch... she ain't bad, as a person, we did love her, but some days she wakes up under wrong drugs. How the whole parade annoyed me.
The went to try to buy a developer, but the girl there didn't have the time, I was already thinking of taking her out on a date if she'd bring it along, gave up. Returned to the hotel to see how the organization progresses - trouble with invitations, tables, of course there wasn't enough of anything and it squeaks here and there, eventually they decided to put five people at each table. And there's no common organization, each class on its own, up to them to manage. Luckily, not on my neck, I think Savka was in the organization.
And even managed to grab some time to be dežurni in DC-99 for a while. Jablan came by, and made me give up on going to some village to a waltz course, but rather to go to a meeting of generations. I took some Canon home (8 or super 8?), got ahold of Savka on the way to give me the passes and chits for the prom.
On tuesday, 21st, I did shoot that meeting of generations, and when that was over, went with Bosa to Sredljak to see how he fares. He broke his clavicle, fucked up flying off a motorbike. News about Oli Boj: too much cosmetics screwed up the skin on her face, and when her cosmetician tried to cure it, it went worse, like burned.
Went, I think, with dad to Belgrade in the afternoon, he chased some books, visited some student girls for that, and I said I also got one who's cramming for exams, I sense the atmosphere.
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* -vača is a general suffix for a brandy (except šljivovica, the plum brandy); grom is a thunderbolt.