Village near the town, just across the river. Nowadays practically joined with it. Known as mostly Hungarian, although the demographics have changed after a workers' barracks project (sort of - not novogradnja as these were small individual, ground level, houses) was built. The young guys there were known for carrying serious penknives at all times, which would flash out on the day of village fair. Surgery at the hospital would just prepare double staff for that night.
Their buč (hun. bucsú), i.e. village (church's) slava, would usually be on 2nd weekend of september, and it would mean fair stalls along the main street for a whole kilometer, trouble with parking, carousels and other amusement park stuff, and looooots of beer.
The serbian they speak is food for many jokes, because they are one of those places where they learn it from each other, not much from the natives, with all lack of gender, their own accent (always on the first syllable) and general mixup with the cases. There's a whole genre of jokes on the subject.
As a mild counter to those jokes, there were a few where the vilage was more prominent than the town, as in „so where's that Zrenjanin, I still can't place it“ „well it's next to Čurda“ „could have said that first, now I know“. And then around 2008 a school atlas appeared in the house, and we went on browsing the maps and... on the one showing Serbia and a couple of neighboring countries, there was Čurda but no Zrenjanin. Life imitates not just art, does jokes too.
15-IV-2013 - 13-VII-2026