13-VI-1972.:
On 13th we gathered things to paint the lab in DC-99 - that thing remained untouched so far.
Got the pass for Dom the next day. A couple of days later I tried to use it but the entrance was free - the Omege band weren't playing that evening.
Most of the week passed in painting the lab. It's dark blue, to minimize the light reflections. There's a little window above, which we can't quite close all the time, but it isn't facing sky or yard, it's just a well between the wings of the house. So this should be enough.
On 25th was on the river, below the bridge, with Dimče, shooting the regatta. There's a sizable kayak club in the city, well equipped and well known, and this event was well organized. In the afternoon I pasted those posters to the rear wall in the garage. It's all white, looks better now.
In the evening, with Gavra and Tejka again (plus others) and she stuck to me, pretending to be a couple again and snuggling up to me. I just didn't want to play, she's definitely off my candidate list, don't need that kind of trouble in this one life, so I moved half a meter off, she didn't fall, though. She told me to fuck myself, which ranks high on her curse scale. Zigzagged from that gang (there were others from IV4 as well) in the comforter hall to the other hall and back. Some soldiers, their evening off, tried to calm down one of their own. Almost got in trouble myself with the guy, still not quite versed in the language of the drunk. On next round met one of the local painters, who tried to cummon my help to amuse the friend of the girl he was hitting on... but the one I got was so bored and boring and was no fun at all. You just had to see her slow chewie movements to understand. Third round (I kept getting back to the gang because I promised), I spotted that cute girl from this last KČS in the pinball hall (some hall, it's a converted terrace, joining the toilets to the main building). Finally heard her name, too ordinary to remember, any nickname? Linka. Okay, that's memorable.
Ended up almost escorting a girl from the only highrise in town, on Mala Amerika, though she ditched me just half a block before her door. It was just about third time at all that I walked among those buildings, so I half pretended that I got lost and met her again at the door. Just doesn't like her own generation, that's all. Said she forgot the key so she's going to get a spare. And how she doesn't like to have met me again. Then a couple of guys from the "band" which recorded the music for the "Progressive" appeared, then another guy (later a geographer, director of the city museum) came and somehow recognized me... well he's got lots of act photos that he's done and needs some kind of official cover, maybe through the club, eh? Meanwhile one of the band guys was talking with her. Then they gave me instructions three times (one wrong), found the way more or less fine (it's only 100m in either direction and you know where you are, it's all small, just none of the exits are visible from where we stood), was at home in 25 minutes. Never saw her again. Interesting face, though, I would have recognized her. At least the talk was looong and interesting, a kind of verbal match, interesting altogether. Thinking it over, I may have had a chance if I pulled a few tricks and at least pretended to be one year older. Ah, well. Who knows then, if that worked, how it would go once I said the truth.
The „Deep throat“ movie was out. Look at that, didn't cross my mind yet. The plumbers at Watergate got busted. Allende forms a new government.
Mentions: 21-IX-2018., DC-99, Dimitrije Josin (Dimče), Dom omladine, Gavrilo Taroški (Gavra), IV4, Mira Dengin (Linka), Omege, Slavica Tejin (Tejka), in serbian
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