24-IV-2012.
The funeral of Sneca. Hit me hard, actually. I know too many dead people already, many of them my age or even younger.
Veca specifically asked that I don't tell dad about the funeral, because he'd surely come, and he's too old for that. It seems she told everyone the same, because there weren't any people there much older than us, and there were a lot. Met many old friends, mostly from her class, plus Pali. I really don't remember who was there who not, it's a blur, and I wasn't taking pictures, I somehow feel it's wrong to do it at funerals, unless the near ones ask for it, which they usually don't. I only remember Krofnasta was there (qv. in house dictionary).
No priest, just a small touching speech by one of her friends (whom I don't know), and one song. I sort of expected Cat Stevens, which just shows for how many years we lived in separate universes. It was Chris Rea, and then why not. It fit.
Afterwards we went with her classmates to the nearby Arena, a pizzeria which used to be a good place 20 years ago, and then was closed for many years, and now just reopened. The atmosphere was just fine, given the occasion, we only had one drink and then split. The folks were a pleasant surprise - I didn't really know most of the IV3 too well, they were a bit of a closed bunch then, and their classroom was far from ours every year. The nice surprise is that practically nobody talked with the only guy in a suit, who was the mayor during the bombing, an SPS brownnoser, and all in all a piece of shit.
(Borko later, when this guy was the director of the theatre under the next government, claimed that he is actually a goodie, and does everything out of sincere conviction... well, as Iain M. Banks said, various atrocities were committed out of deep and sincere convictions, by people who believed in something, which doesn't make that something any better)
On twonyayth the yeast culture was ripe already, so she baked a bread from it. Didn't put it into any mold, but poured it into a tray, and the loaf came out as something more somun shaped, or rather the Enterprise... but it was excellent all the same. After so many years we have our homemade bread again.
Part of it we brought with us to the garden, I think we also brought a box of frozen beans and then reheated it solarly under the saxo's windshield. For salad we had green onions from the garden, haven's seen it grow so big yet. One that we took home I later measured, it was 58cm long, took a shot of it with the measuring tape, to make it obvious. It later merited an article on suština, in a mocking tone, to be published a few hours before the doček, with intro stating that „I never had it so long“.
We also brought a jar of pekmez, now having proper bread to spread it on...
Mentions: doček, homemade, house dictionary, IV3, Mališa Borkovski (Borko), Pali Vereši, pekmez, saxo, Snežana Stojanović (Sneca), suština, Vera Stojanović (Veca), in serbian