23-VIII-1980.
One of the last walks on my longest vacation... i.e. the last month of the period between diploma and employment. I'll start working on first, so let's enjoy this while it lasts. This was shot by someone of DC-99, probably Baja. We did come by the club, three of us, this year a few times and a bit next.
From other photos I see there's a freshly filled-in ditch in our part of the street. The sewers we got years later, the phone line is in the air (and we got it only next year)... this must have been gas.
In the afternoon, of course, Go's first birthday, it takes half a roll of color negative (which we then fucked up in development, didn't turn too well). Grandparents gather... and of course, the cake. Go blows the candle. As usual, when there's only one candle, the kid doesn't know what to do. Sometimes two candles give them an idea; three candles usually work without a hitch.
The inventory. In front of Oma's house.
The last big august birthdays. We had more people, more beer (seven crates!), five bottles of Fruškogorski or Milion sparkly, and who knows how many kilos of sausage, bread and onion. We had people arriving with their own cars at random times of night, just dropping by. I guess in a few cases we surprised some who wanted just a quiet place to fuck - mostly they got scared and quickly drove away, thinking we may be some brigands (and the welcoming beer in our hands surely looked like a weapon, yeah right), in some cases the couple would join us. We even had a couple of guys, with guitars, who were some low level bosses of something in the bank.
Don't remember who drove the tristać (car on the right). Could be Dženk's.
Looking at the pictures, the celebratees were the usual gang - Brata with his twin sister , Magi, Dženk and me. Of the old gang - Živa, Sneca, Mongol, Šaki, Eči, Vanji with E., Pali and his ex, Baja with his wife, Mire with Zorica (he's not on the pictures, she is), Arpi with Ružica, Vasa with Dragica, plus twice as much faces which I don't recognize - friends of the other four and the wider gang.
On monday we went to Timişoara - to get more kids' stuff, while I can still do it on a workday. In a week I'll start working.
By the end of the week I dropped by 13. to report for work, see what I was I supposed to do etc. They said they don't have enough classes for me in the vocational, but amended it for me with three classes in the common base, in the external* division in Perlez, all three tenth aka second grade. The ZSVO (common base) are a separate oour, so I'll be employed twice, 60% with the vocational and 40% with the ZSVO. I was sitting with the principal (called director here) in his office, last left in the short hall, with just the secretary to the left and a couple of windows and coffee kitchen on the right. The staff room was in the butt of the hall, and director's office had also a direct door into it. I found it interesting that every now and then someone would come through that door, and on the way out went through the other. Director saw that I noticed, and explained: „nobody sane leaves through this door, because the darts target hangs on its other side“.
I prepared myself for the occasion... Didn't cut my hair for a few months, and let the beard grow in the gap below my mouth, the zone B, which I kept shaving since 1974. The sides were at least twice as long than that, left the smoothing out for the last day. Dressed up in all jeans. Which is exactly why people kept coming in, the word got around quickly, the colleagues wanted to see me... Later I heard there was a lot of „so this is our new mathematician colleague...“. The director didn't dwell on the matter much, said just „and in the matter of the looks, just tone it down to something passable, because although I may not care, and perhaps a few colleagues would grumble or just dislike it, it doesn't matter, it's that the school is an open institution, people come and go, specially the parents, and nobody needs yet another spate of discussion about the character of educational worker...“. Which was exactly my plan, to scare them a little up front, so after that anything less will pass. I trimmed it all on saturday, still a lot longer than standard, yet less than a half of what it was today. They found it easy to accept, the colleague is not as horrible as he appeared that first day, mission accomplished.
I was wondering how did I get the job just like that, on bare papers, before anyone there even saw me, the secretary explained, „it was the only graduated application“. The school being on the budget of a SIZ (selfmanaged interest community), there were some rules and even legal obligations, and had they employed anyone without a diploma, I had grounds to sue them, so it was a no-brainer, take this guy to avoid problems. And then if they didn't like me, well, this was a temporary job, substituting for a colleague on maternity [leave].
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* actually „izbačeno odeljenje“ is literally „thown out“ or „outcast“ or „excommunicated“... one of the few words in serbian which are context prone
Mentions: 13. april, Arpad Gunaroši (Arpi), august birthdays, Brata Maljković, DC-99, Dragica, Endre Felbab (Eči), Gorana Sredljević (Go), Gradivoj Jankulov (Dženk), Jablan Škanata (Baja), Margita Gunaroši (Magi), Milorad Škanata (Mire), Oma, oour, Pali Vereši, Ružica, Snežana Stojanović (Sneca), Šaki, tristać, Vasa Šančev, Vilmoš Baranji (Vanji), Zorica Škanata, Žika Šašić (Mongol), Živa Ravajlović, in serbian
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