10-IX-1994.
To work again.
Though something doesn't fit here, I have this in my blood donor's booklet. This is about the last time I did this with the old booklet. I'm assuming the other date is 02-IX-1996.. If my memory serves me right, I probably went there by bicycle. One good thing about transfusion is that the staff are in good mood - they deal with healthy people. Blood donors and pregnants. No reason to be grumpy, like the staff in the Gemenc hospital.
It says 12th of september
I guess we went on monday, and the date in the passport is somewhat smudged.
On sixteenth, a friday, Joška solved the messages and other strings in unosc.prg which needed translations, analogously to the solution we already had elsewhere (in opisfmm4?) - variables prefixed with c_, defined for the current language, somewhere near the top of the code. Easy to find, easy to add translation for another language when needed.
Now about Vanji's older son. If I had to not be at home a few evenings two years ago, to avoid finding myself volunteered into some unit somewhere in RSK, he was fully recruitable into regular vojska and could have easily get stuck anywhere on the western borders or beyond, weird stuff just kept happening. To avoid that, Vanji enrolled him into a gimnazija in Hungary, a catholic one at that. They aren't catholics, really, protestants rather (at least his dad was), and even that was just in name. Though, they got married by a catholic priest, for some of their own reasons, violating in the process a score of rules of both brands of christianity, but pickers can't be choosers, whatever you say just let us write down that we had you for the day, we love to boost our numbers and have your name in our books.
So one day we crossed Hungary from midwest all the way to north border, Estergom, so Vanji can visit his son. That extended the trip for extra 7 or 8 hours, but okay this once. So I cast a look at Slovakia (probably still Czechoslovakia then) across the river, and sniffed the atmosphere in that weird foreign country called catholic high school and dorm, while we waited for his basketball to end. Weird it was, you feel youth everywhere around but it's all so subdued, quieter than in the army... Then we walked to the main square on the top of the hill, where of course there's a humongous cathedral poked right there, there's no bad advertising, we have to show off, there's protestants across the river. And some huge timber, probably from centennial oak, was soaking some sickly greenish solution in long tin vats, some piece of roof needed it.
During dinner, in some nearby tavern, he told us how they are being screwed over history and such stuff. They not only have to know the names of all the generals in the Mohács battle and the layout of their units, they have to know what were their commands at what time of day, to the minute.
I don't know how many years it took until he was allowed to legally visit home.
One morning this weekend we gathered at Vanji's one morning, to say farewell to Dženk, he's leaving for Canada. Nothing to say there, being a gastarbajter myself, but at least I get home on weekends. The house they built somewhere on Putnikovo/Šumica (still don't know where does their bloc go) I saw once, unfinished, when they gathered a smallish moba to unload and bring in a truckful of stuff. Even that was in the evening, and I have no clue where it was, less how it looked.
(of course, I just checked with him in email, and he said they left in november, so the possible date for this is probably in late october)
Mentions: 02-IX-1996., gastarbajter, Gemenc, gimnazija, Gradivoj Jankulov (Dženk), Joška Apro, moba, unosc.prg, Vilmoš Baranji (Vanji), vojska, in serbian
15-II-2020 - 6-VIII-2025