Bilja's birthday was on saturday (12th). Went to watch "To live on love", with then young Šerbedžija, about a young girl teacher in some distant neck of the woods.
Showed mine at DC-99 on sunday, nobody watched them to the end. The festival invitations are not coming yet. In the afternoon Zaka came to record some Mlinarec, to take down the chords. Then we went to Vasa where they played, and I tried to jump in with the flute, which still didn't work.
In the evening couldn't wait for her to arrive. Saw her from afar, turned her back from half a pedestrian crossing. First we nibbled at some sunflower seeds, then she bought cigarettes and I said "I don't feel like going to disco, it was so nice last time and it's never nice twice in a row"(... 24 words...). Sredljak with footbal players came by, said hi, they had a match out of town, then we moved away so we wouldn't spend half an hour greeting them all. (... 58 words...)
Caught up with my sleep on monday, finally. At school the seniors finally started celebrating, and the sixth class the IV6.73 went to vodotoranj to see the computer, probably still the same legendary CER which they took us to see when in elementary. So I didn't find her, but found Vanji with whom I deliberated something about "The Gram". Dad passed the first exam of the fourth year, but still has to pass the maths from third.
On tuesday met Vanji at 7:00, went to the local newspaper to... get a box of paper clips (!). Went to printery then and submitted the ready issue. From there went to R. at the bookstore and bought the Saja & Gaja (Simon & Garfunkel) greatest hits. It's got a couple of songs which shouldn't be there, and a couple of more important ones which should be, that's how such records are made, to always leave something for the next one.
Also bought a cassete of negative, having run out of the big 17m spool I had. It saved my butt financially, because it's loose so it's half cheaper. I spooled it into cassettes in the dark, clipping the ends to proper shape, got quite skilled at it. I'm making money for the case Rudolf brings that stereo magiš.
In the evening stood with her in front of the library. Pop came by, took the club keys. Waited for him whole hour, nothing.
During the day ŽGLJ came into the classroom:
- anyone versed in music?
- Oli Boj sings
- I play blockflute a bit
- the piano needs to be carried from staff room to the library.
So okay we carry the big concert piano, and the latinist helped us and when we dropped the keyboard on his toes he didn't even peep. He's wearing some stiff shoes, didn't feel anything. The pedals were in the way, so when I got myself under the piano to unscrew them, the gravity negotiated with my hair. When I got up it was still in disarray, and diša was standing right in front of me.
- and then when will you cut your hair a bit?
- why, is it mandatory?
- well you as the president of youth organization
- even if president, I am nothing special, we are equals
- you should be the role model (had we been alone, he'd hear a lot about this) and shorten those sideburns too
- I have sideburns on my ID
- we won't change the ID now nor shall we discuss this, cut your hair and be done.
So that's how it is, to your mother's cunt. May you be a member of the party for fifteen years, may you be hundred and fifteen years, may you be director three times over, I don't believe in students' self-management nor in any other dick. May we be the best gimnazija in the country, we don't have to live like spartans. No ekskurzija, okay, let there be none. But for this, you owe me.
(how it ended on my side, is written here in Byo; on his side it ended when I graduated. He himself ended when he was returning, drunk, from his mistress, fell into the river and drowned; body was found next day, half bloated already. But that was some time in the eighties.)
ŽGLJ owes me too, the conniving piece of shit. He set this up. Then when we went back to the classroom he tried to fuck me more, but to him I retorted in equal measure and style, with the same level of thinly veiled allusions, in the "who understands, will comprehend" style.
More pictures made on wednesday, in the evening to the club with her, and there everyone waits outside, noone has the key. Well, me neither, disperse. We stand under that tree on the corner and have fun for a whole hour, then disperse us too.
On thursday my folks were in Novi. Tejka was supposed to come to see what do we do about her situation - Radisav wrote her a second ace for seeing her in [hotel] Central smoking and drinking. Smoke she did, but drinks must have been his invention, which we believe he did see, just like we'd have believed if he said he saw white mice. He imagines if anyone in his village can fuck him any way they like, he can do the same to us in turn.
From her place I called Naftagas, but their youth president wasn't there, the outing is delayed for the third then. At school, the classmaster, Troskok, also took to herself to underfuck* about haircut, obviosuly diša sicced her, the difference being that here I can fight back - "if I'm the president I'm not a black sheep" "I came here to the school to learn something, not to have a haircut".
After school we get going and don't know where to. We pass the brush behind post [office], and we do find some third exit, and the big park is closest from there. We sit by the monument and wait for the dark. We set tuesday mornings to give her math lessons, the third grade stuff. She said she'll simmer ŽGLJ to give me a five. No use, I say, they call him "man without a d..." (then some other word is there instead of dick, but everyone gets the joke).
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* the only way I could translate it was the literal way; means "mock a little" and makes sense only as a continouos verb
25-IX-2024 - 7-VIII-2025