Finally, the fog in Kiev lifted and we had the plane to Belgrade, then bus to Novi. At the airport we hear that we weree quite lucky, some group from DDR (East Germany) spent two days at the airport, having already passed the border control and a one-time visa, no way back. Completely forgetting that we're not the drunk barons any more, we're back from USSR and our pockets aren't full of cash, I took a cab to her place but missed her - she already took a bus home. So I told the cabbie to take me to the bus station, and after paying realized that I don't have enough dinars for a bus ride. So I walked that kilometer and a bit to the place where I hitched a ride. Unfortunately, this time I got to a wrong turn, the longer south route, so the sun was already setting when I was still waiting for someone to pick me for the last 30km. I was dressed in winter boots and the fake lamb fur lined jeans coat, and all around me it was a +18 spring day... Talked with some old guy who said he's been to USSR, somehow finding himself imprisoned after the war and working in salt mines for a few years. Until he managed to get free and return home.
I got home when it was almost dark. She was there with my parents, waiting. They seemed to be not too disturbed by my absence, even though I was two days late returning. Perhaps they called Yugotours... um, not - first, didn't have a phone line, second, they didn't expect me before this friday afternoon, which meant I was just a couple of hours late, and they had company.
Some time during the month I bought a book by Erih Koš, „Snow and ice“, lured by the title and hints of fantastics (our expression for SF is „scientific fantastica“) on the back. Ah, the fuckup, unscientific fantastica, pure highschooler's tour-de-jerk. I forced myself to read it through, hoping for at least something the author may be redeemed with, in vain. I gave it to I.Z. as a keepsake, „for title alone, book is bad, don't recommend reading it“.
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