july 1966.
The vacation in Tkon. It's on Pašman island, 2km across the shallow water from Biograd na Moru. I guess we took the bus (maybe again that luxury bus to Zadar first, then a local one). It was something arranged by a neighbor, the fat lady who took to be a cook there in the resort for the school children (of maybe Njujork elementary). We slept in a tent in front of the dorm building. The school principal had two daughters - third one died recently, in the photo lab, electrocuted by the print dryer. They all wore black swimsuits, he wore a beard (a sign of mourning here).
The cook was the fat Danka Sejina from our neighborhood, third house behind Đuđa. Not just fat, but (as I heard much later) an easy lay too, always open for the asking. Now I understand that it wasn't just a good joke when she recounted what she overheard some of eight-graders saying "and how big her tits are, each must have five kilos!", she enjoyed it. And she kept watch when her son would bring some swamp bird to spark, she'd sit with my mom in the summer kitchen, „while he takes a bath“. Dad was full of such stories about her, including the one when she was fired when she was a cook in the meat plant, because of being caught with two or three guys (one fucked, two waiting), but he didn't share them until about 2015. Interestingly, the other real blonde, right across, was a real prostitute and so was her mom, and her brother (also blonde) was a petty criminal, yet there were very few stories circulating about them. Probably because this cook pretended to be an upstanding citizen.
We were quartered into some tent on the lawn in front of the school (which now served as a dorm). It was a bit screwy when it rained, as the tent had no bottom. Not that the mud was too much of a problem, the dalmatian soil loses water quickly, it was that the air was very dank and the blankets soaked lots of humidity, took a while to dry out.
The sea is quite shallow between the island and the mainland, you can walk on sand for almost 100m until the water is up to your shoulders. There wasn't any regular boat line, but there was a couple, Jela and Luka, who had a little motor boat and shuttled as needed.
I remember there was a TV in the local community hall, perched overhead, and there was the football world championship in London. They had some fifty chairs in several rows, and people were also standing around, and rooted for whoever played. Don't remember whether our team was there at all.
Mentions: september 1965., 26-VI-1990., Đurđa Rođanović (Đuđa), Njujork, Sejini, Zadar, in serbian
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