12 -II-1976.

Mostly buzzed around the dorm, as the weather became rainy and we didn't feel like going anywhere. There came one more guy whom I remember from last year, was Arie's mate for the trip to Borik, Jimmy something. The Dutches seem to have a bunch of english-sounding names, and many of their own, plus the usual bunch of western-christian derivatives, but very few sound german.

This guy had a Simca, a rusty contraption which allegedly cost so little that it literally doubles its value when the tank is full. There was some problem with the wiring, and the one loose wire we found was actually "that's the klaxon" (I still remember his half-cracked voice, he's been to a different party last night). We left him on the parking to wait for some guy who'd know how to fix it, and went to have a few beers in the kitchen of his floor. There was some girl with an eyepatch, and a partly bald guy who played jazz on the pianino. I made a phone call home... or did I call Rudolf to schedule the meeting tomorrow?

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Mentions: Ariejan Verschoor (Arie), Borik, Rudolf Ochsner, in serbian