I argue that the big save is actually a time machine.
I found a notebook with a pink cover, on the first page it says "Traveller", and on the next page there is an explanation:
"Dad bought me a notebook with a pink cover, I've been in the pink phase for a long time, and since then it's been my Travel Diary. Travel for short. I've had it since last year."
The first date is July 14, 2002. Every day of the vacation in Bigovo that year was recorded. Then there is one blank sheet, then on the next it says 2003. And then two weeks of vacation.
After the last entry, undated, it says:
"I think I'm the only one in the class who leads." diary. In fact, I'm sure! On the second day of school, when the teacher asked if anyone wrote a diary on vacation, everyone raised their hand, and in fact what they wrote was no diary at all. Instead of describing what happened to them each day, they wrote a few sentences about the whole vacation. Let's say:
'I was with my dad and mom in Budva. Budva is a city on the sea. It has a nice beach. I was swimming and sunbathing all day. I had a great time on this year's vacation.'
It's better that they didn't even travel if they can only write what they wrote about the whole vacation. I don't understand how they don't understand what a diary is. Well, we were still studying in the first grade, and the teacher explained everything nicely to us at the end of last year, so they still don't know! If something was not clear to them, their parents could show them!
I just love that the diary exists, that people invented it. Who did it? I'll ask dad.
I like that there is someone who is at hand whenever you need it.
My daily diary is not a notebook but a recorder. My mom gave me hers when my dad bought her a small and light voice recorder for the New Year, so that it could fit in the palm of her hand. How she rejoiced! She gossiped about him for days and nights.
'I hate every interview because of the dictaphone, it's too heavy, and my bag and shoulder got really stretched from it!'
I once felt like putting it on the scale, I have no impression at all that it is as heavy as she says! It's not difficult for me, and that's the only thing that matters. My mother and I understand, a dictaphone is to her what, say, a pen and work tools are to me. How would it be for me if I had to write with a heavy pen!
I placed it in the third drawer. I always feel good when I think that he is there, waiting for me.
I wonder if he is comfortable in my third drawer? What if he runs away?
I know that the dictaphone has no legs, of course it doesn't, but if I'm an unusual girl, then my Diary is also unusual. And my first Diary had no legs, so it got lost. I made it myself. I remember, I took a large sheet of paper, divided it in half, then another half, joined the sheets into a book and painted the cover. I wanted to make a notebook for myself, an ordinary one, not for a diary - I was too young to even know that there was such a thing as a diary, but my mother fainted from admiration when she saw what I had made.
'Your notebook is as beautiful as a diary!', she said.
And that's how it all began.
She told me about her diaries, she talked to me nicely, so I started playing with the diaries. I was very small, I drew and scribbled something, I had just learned to write. I remember, whenever I wrote something, I ran to my mom and showed her. She was, of course, delighted, especially squealing with pleasure when I wrote something.
That first diary of mine has disappeared somewhere. Maybe my mom threw it at me. She throws my things away, I'm convinced of that, that's why I thought she did it. I have some wooden crayons that she wanted to throw away because they were chewed up, I was nibbling on them, so I had to hide them well. But the diary, I don't believe it. She wouldn't throw away the diary. She keeps every piece of paper I scribble. I must have hid somewhere, so he will show up one day, I'm sure he will, and we'll hug and hug each other.
Milica called me a while ago to tell me what she got for her birthday. She says that Snow White bought her a Harry Potter diary. I know, I saw them in the bookstore, I know they sell them, I just don't understand how someone can buy you a diary. You have to choose it yourself! But I didn't want to tell her that.
I told her that I already have a diary and how it is, I told her about the first diary and the Traveler, and she says that none of them count because the recorder is not a notebook, the Traveler is not a journal because I use it occasionally, and the first one is not because it is not a real notebook.
Well, it's real, so I made it, and words are words, regardless of whether you save them on paper or on tape! She misunderstood me! She thought I wanted to brag, like – I already have three diaries! And I wanted to tell her a secret! Well, to whom if not to my best friend?! She didn't understand anything!"
The rest of the notebook is empty. I need to find the first journal.
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