24-VII-1973.
Twenyfourth. Pančevo gang is leaving. Took them to the train station by the evening, then drizzle began. Aranka and I hitched some guy Kit from Zagreb, all the way to the camp. Just when we arrived, a real outpouring.
Twonyfifth. Alma (who?) is the last of the old gang. Keiš, Ari and Nik came back. How come you returned? Ah, too many dutch people there. And it's raining in Kopenhagen.
(this is one of the revisions of the pricelist; the worst, e.g. „hladni kurac na žaru“ - cold dick on grill - was already removed, so only „Gavrilovića slama“ - hay instead of salama - and a few minor fixes are shown; the focus on the original was bad, not any better than this)
I'm still avoiding the restaurant in the mornings. In the evening, Galeb was full. Sneca hitch something quickly and get to supermarket before closing. Sat by the school in the evening. Aranka is now with Keiš.
Twonysixth. Wolfey's birthday. Been to the ferial a bit, to Galeb a bit. Sneca caught some Điđi, a froggie*. Alma got drunk and hooked on me to drag her. Gara and the Sarajevo gang threaten to break my arms for whispering to the main cook that it was them messing with the menu (maybe Nisla did?), and is now on their case.
Twonyseventh. Milivoje's birthday. Flabby. No really good time since they all left. Some swiss gang is now here, a masturpiss. Their girls are dummy and flawlessly vanish at 22:00. Nisla and I waste our throats singing, they just sit... and split at ten.
Twonyeith. Strong wind, choppy sea, no swimming. Some dutch girls came by so the gang livened up a bit.
Twonyninth. Fun with Nik and Ari. Played cards. Aranka is strongly enamored in Keiš. Annoying a bit. In the evening Dori had farewell evening, made us sing the trashing machine song (by Patrick, previous year). A little grab at parting, bye bye.
Together 30th and 31st, confused. One evening, on the dock, someone's cassette recorder, I'd say Sneca's, caught Nisla playing guitar, and then a crazyman came and after his usual litany recognized him and said "šef, play soft". Miraculously, it can be heard on the recording, just barely. You need to know when and what to hear, and provide utter silence around when you do, and then there it is. Of course, it's not preserved, the cassettes were overwritten. Many an important recording was lost those years.
The other evening, Nisla, Tejka and I rowed a boat. I wet my purple** jeans with Franc's address.
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* An Italian, not a French. As it was known here, from the WWII times, that they do eat frogs. Well so do the French, but we knew these, being physically closer, and at times present in person.
** the fake jeans, which were blue in the beginning, but turned slightly purple after ironing. All the same, not too bad, just learned my lesson and the telltale signs to watch for when bying.
Mentions: 26-V-2025., Aranka Gnajs, Milivoje Stojanović, Slanislav Dunjić (Nisla), Slavica Tejin (Tejka), Snežana Stojanović (Sneca), in serbian
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