There were a few days when my parents' vacation didn't overlap with ours, so I was at home alone for a few days. Of course she would be coming regularly, and we were frequenting the swimming pool. One thing we wanted to do, and somehow did, was to lower the curbstones. That was a nasty job, because while the curb is quite tall, at least 15cm above the blacktop, it goes twice as deep. And we had just a spade and an improvised crowbar. Took us two afternoons, but we got it done. So entering and leaving the driveway wouldn't be a danger to the muffler of the škodilak each time.
One of these evenings I seem to remember Loba and Magi visited. Just beers, if I remember correctly.
My parents were, what to say, surprised. They expected anything but.
One afternoon, when they were already back, we went to Novi to schedule the exams for september. Having done that, we didn't quite feel like going to hitchhike, because it was quite hot, better to delay it for around 15:00. So to „Vojvodina“ for a beer, they have zrenjaninsko. Though it wasn't like it once was, the brewery having just given up on the idiocy with thinner and more normal beer and returned to the old recipe, it was still better than any other. Even Ljuba told of an alkos in his neighborhood, who could know which beer was in the glass by just color of it, and for Bip he even knew where it was bottled, well that guy said that zrenjaninsko was three into the brow (his favorite expression) compared to others.
Around the second stein* we got into talk with some Germans, guess there were four of them, at the next table. Kayakers, paddling down the Danube, from Schwarzwald to the Black sea. For the third stein we already put the tables together, I started speaking german like old, while she forgot german and went on in fluid english (!). She was never quite at home with english, it's the fourth language in her head, fell short with words at times, but she had it going this time.
We managed to down the fourth stein, and realized we were drunk as slats. I don't remember we ever had more than three before this. Of course, hitchhiking was out. Went to the station, caught a šinobus. I remember throwing iron over a sidetrack. We sobered up more than enough by the time we got home, the šinobus takes two and a half hours of wobbling. I disembarked at Fabrika station, while I guess she continued to the main.
----
* which we call krigla, from german Krüg; Stein means stone in german.
22-V-2023 - 16-VII-2026