29-IV-1987.
The heap of siporeks blocks in the back is what we used to build the house. The siporeks slabs on the foundation were for the ceiling of the ground floor and of the basement (once it was built).
Around this time we revisited the building site. It looked awful. The sides of the basement, which we so carefully flattened, came down. There was lots of snow in the winter, then rain in the spring. We actually couldn't do much, because it was just a slab of clear concrete in the middle, and mud all around. We had to wait until it dries a bit.
When it dries, the plan is now to put it where it was. We'd build the walls gradually - first the inner layer of bricks, then when that sets, concrete around it. The outer hull was supposed to be the soil itself, but now it's receded, so we'll put some planks and back them with soil from behind. So lay a few rows of bricks, next day put the planks behind them, at a brick's width distance, support them with tamped soil where possible, or anything propped against the soil, pour concrete. Next time, remove these supports, pour soil there and tamp it. Next few rows. This took whole summer, and I was often alone at that, but we got it done.
Couple of times Arpi came by to help. We parked our jackets and cigarettes on that corner of the foundation, as seen on the picture. While we worked, Faik's goat was grazing around, I guess this time the lot next to ours. Then it got loose, and went on eating Arpi's cigarettes. Comment: „he could have trained it to smoke something cheaper, not the HBs“.
The history somehow repeated, in a weird shape... Just like back then in may 1984., another concert in the Dom, this time Jura Stublić with Film. The new wave did't wear out much yet, these were now famous bands, and so why not. Specially considering that I didn't have to do much to procure the tickets, got them through the trade union... of which one of the operator girls was in charge, as a union activist in the RZZS. Though, it was a mockery, what do you mean union, in the ZS half were managers and half programmers. But it didn't matter, it formally existed and we were all members even if we never caught a glimpse of a meeting. And the Dom was a producer of cultural content, and we, i.e. the stour, were co-signers of the selfmanagerial agreement whereby it was financed, so in the name of the cash we provided we get some free tickets. Were it some narodnjaci, the tickets would have vanished before I got wind of that, but this time there was no problem - we paid, so gimme two.
I thought we caught good seats, all the way back in the middle. The hall being an amphitheatre, it meant we have the best view. The acoustics was a problem - there was a wooden wall behind us, or at least the space where the controls for lights and projections had wooden siding. The guys turned the amps a bit and it seems we got a double dose of decibels. If I sat through the Status Quo concert 12-IX-1971. under the speaker boxes and had a beep in my ears all the way to home, this time it lasted me a few days. Gotten old a bit, or the amplifiers were stronger now.
Mentions: 12-IX-1971., may 1984., Arpad Gunaroši (Arpi), Dom omladine, Faik Rizvani, narodnjaci, siporeks, stour, in serbian
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