23-VIII-1975.

I guess this is the day, as it's a saturday, when we held the 2nd of the august birthdays. This time we got organized, and actually had five birthdays at once - Dženk, me, Magi, Brata and his twin sister. All born at different years, but within a week.

We got a few loaves of bread, few kilos of debrecina* sausage and four crates of beer (at 20 bottles of 0,5 liters each). To get beer straight from the brewery we needed someone who worked there, and found a guy. Though, the minimum amount was five crates, but it is never a problem to find someone who'd take that fifth crate at factory price. In the warehouse, where we were to pick them up, a few blue collars, and one found himself smart enough to shit about my beard. Because everybody, literally everybody, considered the right to mock us longhairs a godgiven one, there's no off season. „What kind of beard is that on you?“ „Natural hair, why do you ask?“ „Well there are three kinds of beard - the brada zvanja, znanja, sranja [beard of title, knowledge, bullshit]. Worn by priests, professors, others respectively, so I was wondering which was yours“ „Ah, that, I'll be a professor in a few years...“.

Had maybe 20-30 people, including two guys from Germany, whom we met at Borik, who then went to Greece and were traveling home via Hungary - this was on the way and we did tell them of how we held the party last year. As was already the tradition, we stayed all night - had to make sure the fire was out by daylight, and make sure all the empty bottles were picked, as we had to return them.

Some time in the wee hours of the morning, there was a scene when one of these two guys wanted to see the insides of someone's tristać. Everybody was quite drunk, and at some point, while the guy was trying out the on-the-steering shift stick (engine not running), trying to shift it into first, shifted it down and away, instead of up and close, and Vanji said „no, it's a četvrta“ (fourth)...

These two guys dropped by my place (or they were my ride, had a VW beetle). Played the "Mrtvo more", farewell album of Korni grupa. Nobody heard much, we were all tired and abuzz after the night. Still they got into the car and just drove away. Later I got a postcard from them, they found some girls in Budapest. Learned one word of the language and concluded that it's easy. Yeeah right.

The gang, from the pictures: Vanji, Šaki, Pali, Kid, Dženk and their then girlfriends. I don't see any negative of my own of the night, so this is it.

[actually found the negative, but it's mostly unusable, flash often hit the smoke. On this one, pedagogically**, someone unknown, then Pali, one guy from IV_6.73, Štajner.]

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* named after the city of Debrecen in Hungary; pretty much like polish kiełbasa, just spicier.

** the expression was invented next year, when we got a pedagogy course, and means „from easier to harder“, „from closer to remote“, which we extended to „from tight to relaxed“, „from thin to thick“ etc. Antipedagogically goes in reverse direction.

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Mentions: august birthdays, Borik, Brata Maljković, Gradivoj Jankulov (Dženk), IV_6.73, Korni grupa, Margita Gunaroši (Magi), Pali Vereši, Šaki, tristać, Vilmoš Baranji (Vanji), Zoltan Čonti (Kid), in serbian

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