Slavisa Rubinstein – Full Reservoir

Dedicated to Aimee, thank you for taking such a good care of Miki.

It’s us, the real deal. The old three. Figurant Aedonys, Mickey and Yours Truly. Figurant behind the wheel, me in the seat of death and the man in the back playing with a new walkie-talkie. Or with a mobile phone if you insist. We are heading away from the place I called home for a significant amount of time. We storm pass the playground; a couple of memories return. How we were learning to play streetball, how we struggled to score the first threepoint throws, how I got beaten by the eighth grader Letko. And I was already in the first grade au lycee. I didn’t know how to fight, mind this one, I misunderstood that the pen is mightier than the sword.

#figurant

-Lojzo ? What are you thinking about, idiot?

-Do you remember how you let me get thrashed by Letko?

– Fuck those old disputes, objects Chrasta. Why pour salt into wounds? Huh?!

-Um…One, just…

– Um…One, just… Figurant repeats in that tone of his, which always manages to ruin my mood.

I’m going back to only refuge I resort to, my mind. We have not been in the old housing estate for a long time, our District 23 as we like to call it. I’m looking sleepily through the back window of the car at the tall block of flats near the kindergarten…

I’m 16, I’m in high school, although my mandatory schooling ended a year ago, father keeps telling me that I have to go to university and that the B grades won´t open those doors.

You pack your sports bag; say you’re going to training and run to Vienna to offload your brother’s vinyl collection, to piss him off for everything you had to go through, all those matters that can be categorised under seniority-ideological domination. Plus, of course, the monkey needs feeding. Through the window you can see the old tag sprayed on one of the walls, you dedicated it solely to him. Nazi scum your time will come. You didn’t come up with it, though…

#scar

Chrasta just nods and sprinkles the driver with something that I didn’t catch at first. Too many double entendres for me, I really don’t get it, likes.

-Look, again!

#

-What do you think?

I shrug my shoulders.

– Dunno, see…

– Dunno, see…, repeats the driver for me. What about him? Stab him in the neck? Friends don’t do that between themselves. Slaps? I’m the weaker one, moreover, Chrasta would put us in place for fighting each other and not using our mental muscles /this expression was taught upon me by an external member of the triumvirate, Dawud Paschah/ against the real enemy, even a head butt wouldn’t help you, the one from Big Chris himself. Lock stock n two smoking barrels. I gaze, I gaze, at one point we both even ignored each other. I look, look and bim. I have you.

#celovka

-Lads, do you see that Audi A5?

– Well, what about it?

– Licence plate VE247CI…

– It will probably be one of our competitors, zet rockit…

-Moreover, she is online non-stop…

– Fuck!

-Anschnallen, meiner Damen und Herren.

On the other hand, you look through the rear-view mirror, you smile with your eyes. Initially I had the urge to kick your right hand, but it’s too late. You fasten your seatbelt and I lean out of the window. Diplomacy is simply a damn good thingy, matkycidopitschi… 😀

#damn

#popol

On the other hand, you look through the rear-view mirror, you smile with your eyes. Initially I had the urge to kick your right hand, but it’s too late. You fasten your belt and I lean out the window. Diplomacy is simply a damn good thingy, matkycidopitschi… 😀