To Gemenc, in Vanji's korola, as usual... it seems we passed the border after midnight, it being tuesday already.
May this be written here, as this was about the time I started reading labels and understanding most of what they say. On an appliance it said „környézetbarát - freonmentes“ - environmentfriend, freon free. It was a tankless water heater in the little toilet at the end of the gonk.
This is when we got the decision (from Szoftex) to go legal, i.e. ask for labor and residence permits. The paperwork was difficult, specially with Joška still not daring to speak hungarian, and me just having lost my language virginity - some time last week I said "I'm beginning to speak now, correct me when wrong and no lough too big". Joška had the same problem anyone growing in Čurda has - they don't dare speak their dialect in the mainland, for a good reason - they'd be mocked for speaking like backward peasants.
So he and I got into a restaurant in a basement (of something that once belonged to some police HQ or whatever), and started going over the forms. Whoa... that took a good lunch and two beers to go through, and a lot of facepalming, grunting, laughing... because although every legalese is stupid, hungarian adds some extra quality to the ridiculousness.
We had to produce a piece of shit - dunno why, in most countries it's urine, but no, this is Hungary, you crap for the state.
Eventually got the permit and labor visa and started working legally for Szoftex from 1st of september, as workers. Then I didn't know that the workers are no more, revoked, it's employees now.
And, ahem, the history is murky around this time - there's a comment in catal6.prg about version 5.72 - which means I was still fiddling with version 5 at the time, and the 6 was yet to come. The 6, however, contains all the comments from previous versions (like I did around most of the GenerAll, which is now confusing a bit.
These days Joška put together trci.prg, which should have been trči (imperativ form of trčati, to run), which would call the form editor, then when the editor was closed it would generate the form. Its name came from this joke:
Mouse fucked a giraffe, and the guys later asked how it was. Not bad, he said, but I'm dead tired... run up, kiss, run down, fuck, and then fifty more times the same.
Because calling the generator with all the parameters was cumbersome, there's a lot of typing. Which is where I remembered Todor again, and his wise words about lazy programmers.
8-XII-2021 - 12-XI-2025