Tuesday 19th, just five classes. Ever since ŽGLJ does the schedule, there's a fuckup every now and then, and we have a class off. Didn't happen while Radoja did the schedule. If a class in the middle is missing, we [head] straight to Trpeza; if it's the sixth, disperse.
In the afternoon tried to cram philosophy, didn't work, went and watched Polanski's "Macbeth". Can't believe how all of his movies are different, and how is this so finessed in the lab, does what he wants with the colors... I can't imagine Shakespeare having any other image in his head, must have been like this.
When I left the movie, there was a van from Dom, advertising the show of Kurosawa's "Dodeskaden", just couldn't catch when, so I went to the other side of the street and waited for it to return, then walked by it and asked the guy inside. Then straight to Proleter. B.N., to great chagrin of Milica, had a new chick. Gavra had votka (spelt phonetically, in serbian). We went to Dom, I got a new pass from the manager (like the one I had two years ago), the projection took its time to start, so we decided it'd smartest if went to the art director's office and gave CD some votka. There was a crowd, writers poets secretaries, then the manager locked some door so we had to go around, and went to the comforter hall again, for the projection. During the movie Gavra watered me systhematically. The discussion later was fiery, about the european shortsightedness, about foundations of japanese culture, about faces, symbols, philosophy. That's what we two discussed during the movie, and these guys begged us to leave for the tribune after.
The movie ended, votka was ran out, I had to take care not to say something too stupid, so I gnawed on comrade writer about screenings of Shakespeare's works - saw several this week. Which Gavra and I finished outside, at the corner where our paths part, we had a lot to say, until half one.
On wednesday evening been to the club, then gave the sweet M. (mentioned on 16-VI-1973.) a ride and was amazed how well I resisted the temptation. Exchanging letters with my girl. Experimented with the AGFA74 developer, got the recipe from Dimče, it says take liberty with soda. We have new constitution, the parliament session was on the radio, we listened to it during the sociology class.
Finished the matricular work on friday. On saturday handed it to Marko Bozon. Well that too was off my neck.
Of that work I kept the thorough knowledge of polarized light, how it works and how it behaves, and the immediate impression that it can be well used in photography. Soon I found out that, indeed, there's a polarizing filter to buy, and that photographers use it exactly as I imagined it would be used. So for the next three years I have, each and every time I entered a shop where photo equipment was sold, asked whether they have that thingy. Ouch. Our sellers of technical wares, half trained and partly literate and yet stubbornly imagining it's their mission to educate their customers of the higher secrets of the said wares. That's where it began, the vast array of situations when I had such a person trying to convince me of something, oblivious of how much more I know on the subject.
In the evening went to watch "The effect of gamma rays on man-in-the-moon marigolds"... the theatre version two years ago was better, though... ah it's all nothing.
Bajče came by in the afternoon to borrow the typewriter. When he saw my room he almost forgot what he came for. I gave it, though I had been scrubbed for that, dad needs it on sundays when he wants to work on his graduation work, "you didn't give it to Tejka and you give it to this fuckwind". But then the little one appeared in the morning regularly and everything was fine.
On sunday, 24th, Anđelko Maletić plays Indeksi again, saying there's not enough interest for Korni grupa. Well, I wrote to him about that. Got up to go to the club, but škodilak's thermostat clogged, so it started to spill water. Had to drive back, walked to the bridge to get newspaper, M. kept me company, said she was with Z. since Kragujevac. And I only saw them last evening, just thinking how long it took him to get her. And now look at it, it's since then.
Kid and Eči came by in the afternoon, had some fun with them. Glued the big poster that Rudolf brought on the wall in my room.
In the evening I could only laugh at what the crowd finds in Jugrupa, felt sorry about Jozda, they sound pretend progressive but it's all so simplified, big quickhand bluff, the right kind of music for those.
Met Pop and that spoiled kid from the 'hood and G. (the one to whom we I served the time of day every time we saw him, he asked for it maybe once, got it each time since). The latter asks me where's my chick. In Novi. What's she doing there? Studying. She a student? Yes. Woah, and such a babily face...
The whole old gang of DC-99 was there, including Bukac, missing only Morava, who is serving the military due time. Watched "Duel", a road tank against a car.
Monday empty, of course, nothing. Finally made the twin lead cable antenna, finally catching studio B on ultrashort waves, reception so-so.
On tuesday (26th) pissed off for friday being so far [away]. Frantically exchanging letters. The series of Fest movies in Dom goes on, similar company like last time, just no votka. The movie was "Ostře sledované vlaky" (Closely watched trains) by Jirži Mencl (Jiří Menzel). Somewhat weaker discussion afterwards, quicker to disperse, then all the same a discussion with Gavra and P.L. (who was the competition newspaper editor last year) about everything and anything, is there matter, about 1984, how long will we pull Turks as an excuse etc etc.
On wednesday it somehow happened I walked back with Tejka. Some dry and cold wind was blowing. It came down to vacation.
- will you [go] to Borik?
- depends
- on what?
- whether she can
- don't take her there, for [or because of] the company
- what does it matter. You mean the new company appearing
- no it's rather company or chick, choose one
- well you seem not to know us. It's all like a commune, we've been with that gang and with those at Proleter and her gang at a thousand birthdays and other parties and
- and you always sat separate
- well of course. You think we're just kidding? What do you think how did we endure half a year, she there and I here, without major problems?
- really, I didn't think you'd hold
- don't jinx it
Then there was something I should/could have said, which she probably wouldn't like, and would take wrong for sure, so P.L. came to a rescue, the talk switched to anything else, she left, we kept on for a while, I went home for lunch.
On thursday, 28th, we drank at school because Zova got his driver's licence. We opened a šeri, and suddenly Bajče shouts "hide the bottle, there goes the daddy!". We didn't react, [is it] us you tried to bluff, boy, come on, but he went "well what do you want me to swear by, come and see then!". And it really was Marko Bozon, came to rush us out, "go down, it's a recess" "But it's cold and it will ring any moment now" "You just go down and when it rings you come back". And so we go down, single file, all the time holding a hand on the shoulder of the one in front of oneself, come down to one of the carrying pillars in the lobby, it rings, we make about face and go back to the classroom.
A message waited for me at home, "come pick me at 7, I'm in a hurry".
On friday, 1st of march, everyone's butterflied, feels like spring. Or it seems to me so, I'll see her finally.
Sixth class, class community, some quasi show on the subject of Lenin, Marko Bozon is the completely formal guy, hundred percent per hundred percentually, it matters to him only that it's performed and nothing else.
There was no afternoon, don't remember a thing. Studied some, at 18:30 got the gas bottle into the car (to heat the dining room) and got a full one at the gas[oline] station by the stadium. My hair was still damp, so I tied a bandanna, evaporates slower, just enough. The pump guy gave me strange looks. Didn't have the time to take the bottle home, just went straight to her. When I got there she was crocheting something. A bit of empty talk with Oma, offered to bring gas to them too, as I'm driving already. Still, wasn't dismayed at all, "and return by ten, not half one".
Later I asked what happened with her forgetting by the time you return? Then her dad gets involved in the chat, which I didn't quite get, turns out Arpi should have a haircut too, so it's better that I get one and not him...
We decided to give the gas bottle a ride. Nobody ever drives one around for her own sake, it's always for the gas, so let's right at least this one wrong. (... 13 words...) Then we imagined where we'd travel. Perhaps just to Vršac.
14-VII-2024 - 25-VI-2026