No-lifers Club

On Tuesday, as soon as the lectures were over, I hurried to Spens1 to “buy something for myself.” Elena, Ian, and Maxim went down Stražilovska […]

This morning there were lectures, and in the afternoon, Yanko invited me to play tennis. Later, we all attended Italian class at an earlier time. […]

Elena: Hey, Mr. Mojo Falling… David: Hi, witch! Elena: Are you studying? David: No, nothing. Elena: Are you working on the game? David: Well… not […]

Email from Elena: Have you been hanging out with anyone in Banja Luka besides Milica? You mentioned Marko. When Elena sends an email, it usually […]

Milica prepared her CV, and now she thinks I should do the same. We talked about it last summer. Well, actually, she talked, and I […]

Yanko called me to play tennis. I had no motivation for it. I found it more interesting to play Championship Manager. Still, I knew I […]

I feel normal again, after yesterday’s hangover, crumbs, and guilt. As soon as I got up, I started reading the document that describes the game […]

Yanko complained that he had noticed a slight ringing in his ears lately. Now he’s thinking about which doctor he should go to. I told […]

On Saturday, we were invited to a gathering at Uncle Boshko’s atelier. Boshko is an old painter who lived in Mostar before the war. I […]

On Friday, we went out to the London Club. I was wearing a construction company hat on my head. We found a spot near a […]