05-IV-1983.
Nothing happened on this day, it's that I stumbled on the batch of shots, and seeing how cherries and cherries are in blossom, must be beginning of the month.
This year Oma raised as much as four piglets, two was the norm, but then okay, our numbers are growing, may come handy. These would usually be slaughtered for sveti dvajzdeveti (st. 29th [of november], the Republic day). The pigpen was in the back of the yard, behind the chickens, in classical banatian layout. Go, of course, had to play with them a little.
Oma had a big cherry tree by the garage, so there they hung a classical swing, the one made of wooden slats, with four ropes - the good old nylon from the times before they started mixing in the components to make it fall apart - and there she'd swing when we come. Of course, twisting was much more interesting. Out of five shots, this one was somehow the best.
We went to downtown for some reason and met Zorica. This should be in front of Forum's bookstore, if I counted the shop windows correctly. They had this big one-piece glass, and it had a layer of some foil or whatever, which was almost a success, except it would exhibit rainbow colors at times - probably unequal thickness, interference among thin layers or some other refraction. It never coincided with having records with that kind of music in the shop.
The crowd in the background are highschoolers. Don't know the occasion, though, they wouldn't possibly appear in that number during a recess, which was fifteen minutes at best, and this again doesn't look like the time between shifts. They could have gathered to go somewhere (a sports match?).
I don't get these guys. bager was a dump for quite a while, it's been years since the last time it was a beach, nobody swam there except plastic bottles, people threw away stuff there. At times you had to walk briskly, breath withheld, for someone would leave a dead animal by the path.
These merry men were intent on angling, the six of them with rods, no winders though. I shot a whole series. This may not be the best of the batch, but it has everything - the size of the puddle, the kind of garbage on display, and how that one piece of novogradnja, one block away, jutting out of the landscape. The official photo with the article is also from this series.
I didn't ask whether they ever catch anything. And even if they did, who knows whether it's edible.
On other shots the cranes can be seen, way left, the second part of 25. maj was built, in the space between the first part and the railway. Amazingly, when it was finished and populated, it turned out I didn't know anyone who lived there. Many years later, I found that Jolpaz and Borče did. There were some dad's friends there, they visited each other regularly.
Mentions: 25. maj, bager, Gorana Sredljević (Go), Mališa Borkovski (Borče), novogradnja, Oma, Pavle Džeferdarević (Jolpaz), Zorica Škanata, in serbian
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