20-VI-1968.
The photos are on the same negative as the rest, so I'm putting this tentatively on 20th, in case I ever find out when Kale was born - it was his birthday party.
His dad being a gastarbajter, he had a record player AND a bunch of records. Now how did the guy know what to bring, I have no clue, but as he worked as a house majstor in a hotel gives me a few ideas. I remember we played a lot of „Stop, stop“ by Hollies, „I was keiser Wilhelm's footman“, some of early Stones and... whistle onwards* from that point, don't remember the rest. There was a song where they repeated „wake up, wake up“, which his mom took as „béka, béka“ (toad, toad). My mom dropped by to make some shots - all three turned out fine, this one being the best, with Kale in the air.
The guy on the left, white collar, is Z. His dad was a radiomechanic (job name as stupid as it gets) and visited often to replace the AZ-1 vacuum tube (called valve in some anglo literature, just as stupid a name), those didn't last. One of these years he got starry eyed about some girl, divorced and married her. Z. got so pissed off with him, that he took mom's surname. They lived in one of the lowland houses across from bager, and I think he still owns it, saw him mowing around 2020. He became a gas appliance mechanic, even dad was his customer for a while.
I'm next. Behind on the bench is Lj, who lived in the house slantways from our corner, sweet little blonde, just a tiny bit plump. Not that I never tried my luck with her, but then didn't know what to say, we had no things in common, unless it's to exchange gossip about others, which I didn't feel like doing.
The big chick in the middle is Mancika, with whom I played as a kid, fifth house from us to the railroad. She grew well, advanced for her age, and I think taller than me. She died in the nineties, I think, and I don't know what she did meanwhile.
Caught from behind is Kale, who knew how to effectively parade his outfits and stuff he had (and we didn't), while still not being obnoxious and in-your-face with it. Semidiscretely. And a year older.
On the right is E., who gives me a strange look with a smile. By this time I guess she already ditched me, so maybe she was having second thoughts, or if she didn't, that look is what she thinks fits the situation. Who can know.
On the stool on the right is the record player's box top. It was another one of those sort of portables, which came in shape of a coffer, but still needed to be plugged into the mains and into the radio, as they had no amplifier. It's visible on another shot, and the player had to be on top of the radio, unless one of them was on the stool (but then cables would be short...). Putting such an expensive piece of furniture, as a radio was, on the ground would be unimaginable. I also see that we drank cockta, the label is unreadable but the shape of the bottle is telling.
Around this time we watched, in the movie at šećerana, „Višnja on Tašmajdan“. Neda Arnerić was really cute, and Arsen Dedić successfully played a cool guy. Had a few good gags.
Ту се негде завршила и школска година. Из *** нема ги падеж _ОТО:2 овди *** ми је остала четворка, јер се *** нема ги падеж _нтомашев овди *** запиздио и није хтео да ми исправи, каже не може кад је имао ону двојку, иако је цела зборница била за то. И тако, нећу бити вуковац. Ко зна зашто је то добро.
Around this time the school year ended. I ended up with a four in oto, because Miloš becunted and wouldn't budge to give me a five, despite the whole staff's insisting. Said can't be a five if he had a two in the first semester. And so I'm not getting the Vuk's award. Who know why that is good.
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* „whistle on“... see house dictionary
Mentions: bager, Balogovi, David Jamaček (Kale), gastarbajter, house dictionary, majstor, Miloš Šandorov, OTO, šećerana, in serbian
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