By sheer coincidence I found one file (automatic transfer of interest calculated and charged into main ledger) written for "Prvi polet" (First Takeoff), the company where Marina worked. Now this should be among the last visits there, because I don't do automatics like this until everything else already works - to transfer data between the apps you need to have the apps and the data first.
This prg is the only file where Prvi is mentioned, because the floppy with their files is among the two thirds which are now unreadable, because of the now obsolete 720K format that we used then.
The owner was an interesting guy, all culture, and even had a bookstore in the room facing the street. Now he just closed it, because there weren't so many readers in the village. Marina took me to rummage through the books, which took at least half an hour, the books being laid in heaps on the floor in a sideroom. She patiently waited all that time. I think the reason the books didn't sell was that most of them were just... wrong, irrelevant. Surplus of various vanity press, print for print's sake etc... Finally found just one book, a translation of Harry Harrison's "Bill, the galactic hero". Got it for free.
The chief at klaanca we still call Nj, guess since september 1990. By the main entrance (locked, of course, see their article), at the parking [lot], they have a kiosk where they sell their produce, primarily to their own workers, because almost nobody else knows about it. During the breakfast break the girls usually go to buy something, then use part of that for breakfast and take the rest home. They had good stuff, e.g. the chicken baloney of MOM (as Nj explained, „mašinski otkošteno meso“ - machinely deboned meat), which they still did right at the time, and something like pressed ham, from breast. One of them comes up with a full tote, and accidentally she was qute cute and busty, and one other asked her „got chicken breast?“. This one immediately dived her look into her own cleavage...
Coffee arrived and by accident I get one with sugar. Luckily, I didn't even taste it, it was the girl who brought it who remembered that all the cups had sugar in them, well thank you I'd rather skip it, but nope, she said „they're already making another one and I'll tell them to make one without, and this one you give to njojza“... I took the cue and turned to the recipient „so you are the fabled Njojza, pleased to know you... and who's Njeza then?“. This was about their bosnian speech manners, where „to her“ is not „njoj“ but „njojzi“, and likewise „hers“ is not „njen“, it's „njezin“.
A scene with one of them, yet another good looking one, who'd wait for me to finish whatever I was doing, then to check the results, and instead of pulling up a chair and sitting next to me, she crouched to my left. A spitting image of the identical scene of 11-X-1986., and the view was likewise impressive, what with cleavage and nice thighs, the mini covered barely half. Um, yes, I know the tricks, husband a cop, you would but without it entering, thanks profusely, if I didn't do any of it at work so far, I don't need to start now.
18-VII-2021 - 7-I-2026