23-VII-1969.

Ok so it was this girl from Zagreb, and her brother, and these two austrian chicks. It seems to have been lots of fun, specially some horseplay, when one of us would duck under the water (up to mid-ribs deep) and she'd stand on my (or his) shoulders, then I'd rise and she'd jump. Except she'd have to find my shoulders first, move the hair away (yup, had some again, though not really shoulder long).

It went all nice for a while, but then her brother set his eyes on the blonde neighbor chick, so we tried to go for minigolf after the beach, and that's where the plan broke. The two of them got exactly half the money for the minigols (1 dinar instead of 2), and I couldn't get the neighbor chicks to come with us, even after two attempts. So we had 4 dinars altogether for three of us, so we went for some icecream.

At some point I was alone with her in the water, nobody around for a few meters, late in the afternoon. That was close but... I guess I was to excited with the situation to think of anything smart to do.

This ended in a day or three, for as much as our vacations overlapped.

On the way back I guess we drove the same way, over Sarajevo, with another night on Buna. The second day of the trip we'd reach our area at about dusk, and then there was a thing that would become almost mandatory - a stop in Čenta to buy a nice big watermelon. The bostan is everyone's summer passion. It wouldn't be eaten until the next day, when we finish unpacking and the big ball is properly cooled. This must have been the last time it was lowered into the well, because just a few weeks later it would become a cesspit, with sewer pipe (aka shitduct) running into it from the new bathroom, and it will be covered with a concrete slab.

Hotel Jugoslavija was opened, and will gradually become an almost cult place. The final chase in the „Young and healthy as a rose“ was shot there. I never visited it. It was demolished in 2025.


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