30-VIII-1980.

For some reason I thought this was months earlier, but no, my hear is cropped to collar level, beard relatively short and with that mid-chin strip grown equal... so this must be the day.

Arpi was engaged with Ružica, in Čurda. The party was in their home, where we know practically noone, except it turned out that the allegedly long-lost father of Magi was there (and tried to be as friendly with us as possible, and yes it seems she got the red hair from him). Also his wife Anđa, who was sort of famous in our neighborhood - Đuđa will later have mouthfuls to tell about her (and vice versa, probably). She was involved with someone here, on and off, plus there was some property dispute - was she divorced from a neighbor here, or just a lodger, dunno and don't care. The interesting bit is that not one nice thing was mentioned. The ginger impressed me as a small time aged nobody, trying to find his way but lacking the wits and failiing, and looks so-so, no stink no fragrance. Having under influence of a few drinks is no excuse, why drink if it doesn't fit you. I have no compassion for people who leave a bad impression when drunk - you let out what you're otherwise hiding, and it's worse, well you didn't really have to*. My maam found him repugnant on the spot, which she remembered quite well even 45 years later.

Ružica looks pretty and has that way of looking at you that seems to radiate sincerity and curiosity.

From our side, she with Oma and dad, plus tanti and a couple of Arpi's friends.

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* now that I wrote this, and applied the same standard to myself - yup, still holds, whenever I didn't like what I did or said when drunk, I followed up with some self-examination, dredging up my reasons and whatever mental inventory there was. Specially when I got drunk for wrong or unknown reasons.

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Mentions: Arpad Gunaroši (Arpi), Čurda, Đurđa Rođanović (Đuđa), Margita Gunaroši (Magi), Oma, Ružica, tanti, in serbian

25-IV-2021 - 14-VII-2026