18-VI-2011.

First we went shopping - bought an arc welder, amateur size, to fix the hand pump at Klincaid. However, it didn't require welding, because the trouble was in a little clip at the lower end of the shaft, so the piston just fell off. I improvised one with a keyring, and that held for six years (OK, five, when the body of the upper pump broke and I put a new one which has its own piston upstairs - but this keyring remained intact after so many years of immersion).

Whatever, we got the pump working. I brought the drill and the grinder just in case, needlessly. The pump was set counerergonomically, the distance from the left edge of the bunker to its handle was too big, one has to push rather hard and at a bad angle. Well everything around the house was done badly, giving me the impression thet the old couple were not exactly the smartest people in the street.

The bucket eventually ended at Zeki's. We kept bringing them tomatoes, swiss chards, green onions... just like that, neighborly, and the bucket was just the vessel some of it happened to be in, assuming to get it back next time. Well once there was no next time, and it's a bucket just like any other, ask to get it back and you get to look like a cunt, um, well okay. Don't forget, don't forgive, just stay mum and watch. You'll need us one day.

Also brought two of the white garden chairs which I smuggled from Hungary in 1995. Don't know why I drove the car into the yard - either I thought the welder is too heavy (not really, and it has two wheels), or I didn't want to be seen unloading (still not sure whether we got thieves arround) or perhaps I washed the car (which I rarely do). We already had the sensor mask for the welder, Nina brought it from the US.

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Mentions: Jovan Dimijan (Zeki), Klincaid, Nevena Sredljević (Nina), in serbian

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