Timişoara was today. No clue what we got.
Around this time we went to Novi to register for next round of exams and to spend the gift greeting card that we got from Ilona for our wedding. It was a good trick at the time, pretty much like gift cards later, in the way how you make a gift which everyone knows the cost of, without imposing your taste on the recipients nor trying to guess theirs - let them choose.
This wasn't feasible for just any shop out there to do - first it required a good legal guy who'd explain away the discrepancy (got the money, didn't give the goods, huh?), then it had to have enough of an assortment, so the recipients would find something to spend it on, not be disappointed, and possibly become customers themselves.
The only downside in this case was that it was in Novi, so it had to wait until we have a reason to go there.
We bought a length of skaj, which is the plastic, leather-like cloth, this time of the slightly wrinkled variety, and the cloth for camping chairs, they were due a change. This is where we ran into some back and forth with the clerks - they didn't want to cut it to the length we wanted, „it's not enough for a shade“. „What shade, who said shade?“ „This is the cloth for sunshades.“ „No, it's a cloth that you sell, and once we pay we can make of it whatever we want, which is then not your problem at all“. They probably wanted to avoid a situation whereby we'd come back the next day and complain that it's too short.
In front of Stoteks we met Coja and his chick. He's a guy from chemistry, and we were neighbors briefly, that one month at Vuk's, lived on same entrance just two floors below. The girl was smallish, thin, with huge curly hair framing her, something incredible. And she made such a happily astonished face when she saw us,with the belly being that big. This is actually how I recalled this story, by having her astonished face appear to me in a dream, in april 2023. The details then just resurfaced.
Around this time the fat guy Ristić published a show with Zdravko Čolić, who was already going on my balls, just as much as Sedmorica mladih, also his. Additional reason, the title was „Pjevam...“, not „Pevam“, because this was a verse from Branko Radičević. So now even the classics' verses need not be respected, retread them into three mothers' cunts, it's okay. Extra points for cyrillic doubya, it's not really 'pjevam', it's 'pjevvam'.
25-X-2016 - 31-X-2025