Addendum to 3rd of january: saw Branka from behind, she was talking with Milica (not Milica!). Maneuvered away somehow.
On fourth my parents surround me about my tonsils, huge again, march to the doctors. Cramming a lot that day. Planned with Dragana where do we go for serbian new year (which I never cared for, and to this day never did go to this second doček). The tiny scabs from that shaving finally fell off in the evening.
Lots of fun on Sonja's class; biologian screws us hard. Radoja gave us a task he can't do himself (well not with what tools we already learned; of course he knows other tricks). I sort of simmered Dragana, prob'ly for kicks. Tejka asks whether I think to mend it with Branka, says we looked perfectly fine, yeah we did, on the outside. She says she had godly fun and a new guy she's in love with.
Friday was a fucked day at school, written work in physics, three nasty classes on top. Semester, fuckit. Limping since morning, the last injection was a bit off. In the dispanzer all the nurses know me. At 17:00 political school. Bought the pocket edition of "The graduate", first one from new Bigz's series at 8 dinars apiece (a beer in Dom was 5 dinars a couple of years later). Trying to find Ema the cosmetician, to see how that september charade ended. I'm looking for one who'd be pretty, silly, relaxed and a bit strange. Gave up on Ema a week before this last, and now it's three months since I last saw her. If she's available, so am I.
Sneezing knocked me down today. Got a wonderful greeting card from Melanija, says "thanks for the letter, it astonished me, happy new year to you and to your slightly older girl if she's still current". She always seems to know something about me before I do.
Today's injection was from the hand of a nice young one, behaving too officially. Sitting all day at home and sneezing.
Seventh. Went out only for another jab. Dimče came to bring some forms for Paris to fill, and to fix the bell (which kept shorting out and eventually we replaced it with one from Romania). Tejka dropped by. Talked. Said the hardest for her was when I told her to keep distance herself so we don't look like a couple. I still haven't forgotten how she slapped me. Crammed history all day.
Eighth, written work in maths. Brainclot, just stopped in my tracks. Fourth class, at little witch's, I knew everything, she jumped in to fill in some details but I wouldn't get dismayed, told again what I said while she was speaking, went on with some extra details, she had to give me a fiver. Then I got a two in physics. Recouped it with a five in descriptive [geometry], slightly tenuous.
Fifth injection, waited long. In the waiting room just some left chicks, and even those that look like valuable, are just kids with a friend. Nurses still know me. Dropped by Gavra (same street, 100m), and the majstors were solving the mystery of the right channel of the amp: those connectors were, seems to be, not marked the wrong way around... so our dampeners worked perfectly. But we were building an amplifier...
Granma wants to buy me a headset (so she can sleep). Disco in Dom burned.
One of these days finally bought "A ti se ne daj" ("and you don't give up", or "well you stick to your guns") by Drago Mlinarec (wrong, bought it on 22nd, see 24-I-1973.).
Tenth of january. Live like a dog, sneeze like a horse, tired like cattle, only the thinned nerves remind me I'm human.
Left six class to drop by political school as they said some guys from TV were coming. They didn't come but it doesn't matter. Gave Dimče the filled forms for Paris. Excused myself for chemistry for the day, but then had to cram in the afternoon, ŽGLJ will get me the next day (which didn't work, I blew it, a three for semester). Shot some credits for movies.
Thursday, 11th, Vanji at staff meeting asks too much. We owe some space for texts in hungarian, because we published none in the first issue (because he was present then and completely forgot to say anything), so now he suggest we recoup by having half of it in hungarian. We'll see. Long lecture on the political in the afternoon, hour and a half. Lied at 21, dead tired. How nice it would be to do nothing for a couple of weeks, be relieved of all duties, just have fun with the gang... which I'll have to solve somehow.
Friday, 12th, took regula to school, shot Linka and another girl as they read "The Gram", then next break lots of photos of anyone, some for passports, seniors just for kicks, Sonja during the lesson, even Višnja and the other one with the same name, from the editorial staff.
Answered physics, knew it all.
After class dropped with Menato* to the political school but the guys aren't there again. And then somehow Linka walks by and we walk home (she's near Lesnina), and we keep talking about this or that but I don't let myself get confused or rolled up, though I quietly enjoyed the slight return of the old stage fright. Decided to use that as a cue, told her how I found myself in front of a camera and a microphone (yup, happened last spring in Kula) and went on talking about anything else but not what I wanted to say, just like now when I talk about being on TV when I actually wanted to ask you to be my girl. There, from the sky into the ribs**. I guessed the answer, it's not because of me but she really doesn't want to have any boyfriend at all, for no good reason whatsoever, there you have it.
Afternoon, last injection, the nurses must have though I was good fun, no farewell party though.
Saturday 13th. Fucked day, answered oto (Radisav), sociology, written work on biology. Tejka came in the afternoon so we wrote a letter to Rudolf. Did the photos in the evening, quite well.
Sunday 14th, DC-99 finally on the move. I returned what equipment I had borrowed. First time since september went to visit Veca and Sneca. Actually went to borrow "Saucerful of secrets" by Pink Floyd and the first of Crosby, Stills and Nash. So we walked over to my place to listen to it. News: Rudolf and Grex are coming on 20th of june. They sat until their time ran out, then disperse, Peyton is on. Went to viša to the dance - change of venue while the fire damage in Dom is fixed. Gavra was there, mad as a lynx - his dad finally dropped by, brought supplies and left without at least waiting to see either of his sons.
The dance like in disco, only the Omege play like before, their organist is back. There was a cute girl from Novi, real bighead's daughter, cocksure, silly, knows exactly how to look, has culture and the wits. Some cousin of Hazim. Says she knows M.T. and yes he's just as rolled up as he always was. There was also some other girl from the Second, bad in playing role of herself.
Didn't write this down, but this is most probably the evening when I escorted Ruška to Groš. I didn't foster any hopes, nor did I give it any serious try, nor did she show any wish but to have interesting company til there.
Came home with Vasa, whom I met some hundred meters after she left. He was just there at the time.
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* one of the more famous local actors
* "from the sky [straight] into the ribs" - a proverb depicting something done without any introduction, out of nowhere
30-IV-2022 - 25-VI-2026