A customer of DBA first. He told me several times (and I kind of remember) that I delivered an XT in 1989, among the first we ever sold, to his department store, somewhere in the space he rented from an elementary school. He didn't have any apps that I needed to know about, so I completely forgot about that episode. But I heard how this business ended: he hid a few fur coats and reported them stolen. The cops found them at his place and he got in trouble, had to close the store.
Then he was a customer of Avai, and a nasty one at that. Always had an extra demand. I gave him MXM's BarSys, and even expanded it with some extra features for recursive calculation of the cost price of a meal (starting with component costing, then subassembly costing - like egg, oil, then mayonnaise, then russian salad, then a meal which includes some salad)... which he never used, or understood.
And he never paid on time. We got some of it, not the money, but the debt, out of him by having a lunch on the house once or twice. Not too many times, it wasn't that good. They allegedly even had a chinese restaurant, first in town, for a while.
Then we were neighbors in Klincaid... Todor says he tried several things but none worked properly, his house is a mess too. The three years while this lasted, I borrowed him 500€, which he then promised to return just a couple of months later than promised (the triper he had had fizzled), which I then converted into investment in milk - he owed me a ton of milk instead, which we'll gradually take as we need it. He liked that. He also offered to fix my chainsaw, which the cats toppled off the bench in the basement, and the handle broke and the main switch hung loose. He fixed it - glued it - and I let him keep it, assuming I'll be using it from time to time (did perhaps once), but he never replaced the dull chain so I rather took the new one from home. We also brought them a lot of chards, onions, dill, tomatoes etc, whatever we grew too much of and what we got from them was three disks of fresh cheese, a small plate of cakes (or two), and we borrowed their ancient apple chopper for the season 2011. We offered them saplings of tomatoes (she usually makes more than needed, she has to because some pests eat them when planted, so she replants two or three times), and he said "we prefer to get it from you", in some finer words. And they borrowed few other tools now and then; our lawn mower I actually had to go get from them several times. Our cement mixer and the corn mill are still there; the hand planer he once took, did nothing with it for two months, I took it back. Don't know if he was a true radiomileva, as I don't know that he told everyone everything he heard, but he sure did his best to know everything, and to brag how he knows everybody.
Once when he visited he ran out of cigarettes, but then so did we - we were just smoking the last one before we go home. But he said "well you have that pack of Best in the kitchen window" - he memorized even that. Sometimes I had the idea he's coming just to make inventory of what we have and plan what he may borrow next.
Summer 2012 his leg problem (arthritis compounded with a bad kneecap) was sort of dormant, but he got a weird infection. Allegedly he unbalanced his electrolytes severely, by sitting all day on the tractor, he mentioned 19 hours in a row, and drinking lots of water and/or some beer. He got serious diarrhea which lasted a few days. Lenka got a job only to get him the health insurance so he ended up in the hospital for a few days. They chopped a tendon on his right middle finger badly while cleaning out the puss from a blister. Eventually he got to Belgrade, and there they found some weird infection. Cured that, and told him not only to never ever take another corticosteroid (which he was taking for a whole year), but not to even read the label on one. Then he managed to get into a spa for three weeks and was kind of better.
Come spring 2013, he lost control of his other leg, couldn't stand on it nor lift the foot. By fall, he was in a wheelchair. Spring 2014, three more weeks in the spa, learning to walk, rather adept with maneuvering around the chair and with crutches. He once even visited us in the chair (and we wanted milk so I pushed him back).
June 2014 it got worse again, he got to Belgrade (perhaps VMA - the military clinic, top notch), and they found more complications than he was complaining of. Died on 5th of july, after several surgeries.
25-XII-2010 - 17-VII-2026