I arrived at this date by method of elimination. I know it was a mayday and the year was some early ninety something, and that I took the red yugo from the firm, then still rather new and in good shape (car, not firm*). This could not be the year before, because then there was the repeat feast from 1989, again at dad's vineyard. The 1992 is eliminated for reasons which will be obvious, and in 1993 we held it at Sale's garden by the Tisa. So this must be the day.
We put the girls and Oma into the yugo and drove up to Fruška Gora. Had a stroll there, don't really remember how long we stayed nor what were we doing, this was just for the girls to see the place. We didn't sit anywhere to eat or drink, the crisis was already deep enough to feel uneasy about the chance that the tab may be far above the expected or affordable. For the same reason there were no photos made, I didn't thread any film into the praktika this month, there's a roof to be built.
Another thing vanished around this time, and somehow managed to never completely return. The house visits. Because if you invite somebody, he'll probably pull out, claiming „no time“, or „I'm in such a mess, don't know where my head is“ and the like. The real reason is the return visit, which should be within weeks or a couple of months, and what would they put on the table then? We all already peed rather thin, blissfully unaware how worse it will be soon. So everybody, without any spoken word, agreed by omission not to visit each other, not to peek into each others' living.
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* the ambiguity is absent in serbian version, where yugo and firm are of different gender, observable on „new“ - novog vs novu (accusative case). Sorry about your language.
9-XII-2024 - 19-X-2025