page 1   2   3   4   5   6   7   8 "And the people are still just as beautiful today?"       "Fucking drop dead beautiful."       "And they still offer their women to tourists and passersby?" she asked ironically.       "Well not really," said Damir, "but a little bit of folk-lore remains, so to speak."       "Folk-lore?" frowned Maia.       "Well yeah. The two of us once docked in that harbour. It was early spring; we were on our way back from Brac. And what does a sailor do when he reaches harbour? Gets loaded, right, bro? Like, you know, hey, let’s get drunk while we’re still sober. So as we were approaching the shore we could already hear some really pitiful music: Deep Purple, Azra, Led Zeppelin, Stoogies and so on. We found the bar no problem, and inside there were some stand-up guys, cream of the Croatian dope fiends. They checked us out briefly, concluded we were no threat, and that was that. Like we were made of air. So they don’t give a shit about us, we don’t give a shit about them, and everything’s cool. But the bartender, man—he was out there. Fuckin’-A if he didn’t play 'Smoke on the Water' a million times, and each time the refrain came on, he’d release a cloud of steam from the espresso machine. Hey, here it comes!" Damir said, turning to face northwest and spinning the helm, offering the sails to the mistral.       Don’t remember if I mentioned this, but Damir is inclined toward unusual phrases. That’s his favourite routine. Say he’s just met a girl, she’s holding out her hand, telling him her name, and Damir, all lit up with a smile and unrestrained enthusiasm, says: "Congratulations! Maria Kisch! Bravo! How did you manage that? Is it just pure talent or have you been working hard on becoming Maria Kisch?" Or if he’s introducing himself to someone, he wouldn’t just say his name, but something like: "I am a ship’s siren. I fear the fog, but you can depend on me when you’re returning to ship half crocked." Now that comes in handy. drveni jastuk, sve".       "I ljudi su i danas lijepi?"       "Lijepi za popizdit".       A nude li oni i danas svoje žene turistima i slučajnim prolaznicima?", upitala je ironično.       "Pa ne baš", rekao je Damir, "ali ostao je nekakav folklorni običaj, da tako kažem".       "Folklorni običaj?", namrštila se Maja.       "Pa da. Jednom smo se nas dvojica vezali u toj luci. Bilo je rano proljeće, vraćali smo se s Brača. I što mornar radi kad dođe u neku lulu? Ubije se, jel tako, buraz? Ono, ajmo se napit dok smo još trijezni. Još dok smo uplovljavali čuli smo neku gadnu muziku. Parplovci, Azra, Zeppelini, Stoogesi, i sve tako. Bez problema smo pronašli kafić, a unutra odlična ekipa, cvijet hrvatske narkomanije. Samo su nas skenirali, skužili da nismo opasni i ništa. Kao da smo zrak. Ne fermaju oni nas, ne fermamo mi njih, i sve je super. A najbolji je bio šanker. Jebešmimater ako Smoke on the Water nije pustio jedno milijun puta, a svaki put kad bi došlo ono Smoke on the Water, on bi iz aparata za kavu pustio oblak pare. A, konačno, evo ga", okrenuo je lice prema sjeverozapadu, i zavrtio kolo nudeći jedra maestralu.       Ako sam zaboravio reći, Damir je sklon neobičnim frazama. Recimo, upoznaje se s nekom djevojkom; ona mu, pružajući ruku, kaže svoje ime, a Damir, ne skrivajući oduševljenje, lica sva u osmijehu, kaže: "Ma braaaavo! Marija Kiš. Čestitam. Kako ti je to uspjelo? Je li riječ o čistom talentu, ili si godinama radila na tome da budeš Marija Kiš?" Kad se predstavlja nekome Damir ne kaže svoje ime, već nešto u stilu: "Ja sam brodska sirena koja se plaši magle, ali na koju se možete osloniti noću kad se urokani vraćate iz provoda".       Tako i sad. Kako je maestral jačao, page 1   2   3   4   5   6   7   8 Copyright © 2004 GobQ LLC. All rights reserved. Reproduction in whole or in part without permission is prohibited, and tra la la... . SITEMAP : HOME BACK ISSUES SUBSCRIBE GOBQ STORE WHO AM US GOB WORDS LINKS COPYRIGHT SHITE FELLOW TRAVELERS EMAIL US MAILING LIST SUBMIT WRITING