Requiem for "Last Chance" (2)
That night, before going to the JNA, I spent the evening with the team at "Shansa", then we ate pizza at Vladimir's place and sat down to blow on the steps of St. Mark's Church. That's when I got a cold in my ass, so I spent the whole night vomiting and flew to Ljubljana the next day with severe nausea. Upon his return, in the winter he would regularly sit in "Shansa" with his friends from the studio, they had excellent pancakes with walnuts. Just before the war, they opened a billiards table in the garden. Flavio and I haven't been out there for years. Flavio plays dynamically and I called him Cepachoya. He didn't like it. They would say to me: "Uki, I'm not Cepachoya!" Those nights, I had the impression, lasted endlessly, while reality collapsed around us
