17-III-1975.

She and Đenđi, her roommate (actually, one of four roommates in various rooms around that house; more precisely, basement mate), convinced me to hitchhike to Belgrade, to see Đenđi's boyfriend. We met somewhere in my end, around the fish market, and walked to the quay, then over the old bridge to the petrovaradin side, then down the bank to Žeželj's bridge, on belgrade road. Which seemingly makes no sense, those two roads meet a kilometer later, but on this road we obviously look like we're heading for Belgrade and not Fruška or Beočin, so not to confuse the drivers. We had as much of hitchhiker's experience to know that.

The hitch went fine, no problems when a hairy guy is accompanied with two blondes (one natural!)... We got to Zemun alright, then caught a local bus and found ourselves in... I couldn't find the place, ever. Fourth floor (am: 5th) of a square brick building, but not a dorm. That's someone's apartment, rent to a bunch of students. There were maybe eight of us. Played cards (lorum, perhaps?), cooked wine with piment (st Pigment? or white pepper) because there were no cloves. Got decently drunk, had a shower, fell into beds, entertained ourselves. Never seen those guys again, except on these shots.

Looking at the lay of the cards, can it be that we were teaching them to play lorum...

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Mentions: Đenđi Ujfaluši, lorum, in serbian

26-IV-2011 - 31-X-2025