The last days of under-the-counter work. So on the road again, of course. The 1st of september being a thursday, we've worked two days off, two days on the books this week. We didn't get any regular hours as illegals, though, and now we switched to a very wild schedule. Opisfmm4.prg so has some traces of being edited after midnight on 1st.
In the programmers' room, behind Ula's, an incredible amount of flies was gathering. We acquired flyswatters and played at brave tailors, seven hits at once. Which wasn't any kind of feat - just a random swing would hit three in the air and two more on impact. Seven took a bit of targeting.
When we made a decent mess of walls and monitors and doorframes, Mihály finally got the idea that a net should be inserted into the little window facing the neighbor's yard, because neighbor was growing flies. That is, he was growing some animals, probably pigs, the classical way, without the properly slanted floors, regular rinsing and keeping the shit in fermentation pool. The room wasn't repainted, only the cleaning lady (whom I think we never saw, though we were in the office at various crazy times... well, okay, not between 4 and 7, that was almost never. But any other time.) scrubbed the monitors, where it looked the ugliest.
There was a huge thin mongrel in the yard, named Erik. In line with the door from the hall to Ula's room, yardside of gonk, there was a raised hatch to the basement, pretty invisible from the inside unless one leans close to the glass. Erik would circle the yard, which looked insane from the inside - you sit inside and then see dog passing at shoulders' height. We pronounced him the flying dog, which caused a bit of nostalgia in me. This is that higher standard of living, here dogs can fly even without a storm.
As we were getting ready to start a company at home, we started smuggling PCs. Though it would take us three weeks to get one over, because we did that in parts, and the only trouble was how to hide the motherboard. They didn't search us much on the border, as we were obviously the gastarbajters, what with six or eight shopping bags with the same label on it, and in them nothing in any greater amount. OK, except diapers, which Joška needed for his son, who used them a lot, throughout the first year. Just in case they ask us whether we have anyting to declare, Joška was practicing to say quickly and fluently "I don't have a motherboard".
To this day I don't know the financials around these machines we smuggled - who owned them, and if we sold them, who held the money. I seriously doubt any of them could appear in the paperwork, papers may have come from Szoftex (and I think I saw some of that... but that was later, about the laser printer which we somehow legally imported). This whole scheme was one of those that I felt better not knowing. Szoftex may have paid those, as part of the cooperation agreement. The software deal was that we both own what we make - each on their side of the border. We were free to sell the same software in FRY.