Corners diary (part two)

Serbian version below ↓

7. San Sebastian / Donostia

I didn’t want to leave Belgrade and Marija’s (she got a new haircut!) and Dren’s hug but… Filming fever caught me immediately when I came to Donostia.
I miss recording, fishing… Simple life
 

 
Day one: feeling bad about working in a group.
I want to be left alone, to do something concrete, something what I like to do… So, secretly from “Safari Here” project I started filming and suddenly – everything is better, I can cooperate easier.
I like girls from my group again.

I bought nice, red rubber suite made in China, but the rain stopped.
We are riding bicycles and exploring.
I have a new female friend: pastry chef from Honduras.
Everything is good.

Huh, let it all pass fast.
 

 
Unfilmed shots from the film that I’m shooting here:

1. Scary monster, bold, slow moving man.
He is standing, leaned on a construction bar
with a half-eaten sandwich in his hand.
Seems like he is sleeping and pointing with one side of his sandwich like it’s a big cigar or toy-gun.
So, he is sleeping and aiming… 6 seconds later, he wakes up in the slowest possible way, as a dangerous bear in spring and… I think, he finally bites into his sandwich.
(Honestly, I didn’t dare to record him secretly.)

2. Older woman with tiny, tiny lipstick. Very elegant.
She drank wine from a big glass. So discreet, decent, her hand and face were all shaking from some “refined” illness.
(I was ashamed to “exploit” her by filming.)

3. 2 grannies: Legs only. First leg is tapping to the rhythm. The second doesn’t because it is in plaster cast.
Then, even the second granny starts to tap following the rhythm.
At least with one leg.
(Battery was empty.)
 

 
It is the second day that I am coming back to a recommended, small restaurant managed by two gay sympatico’s (a Czech expression).
Food is so tasty and not expensive: “Chutney bar!”
I became an official friend, I always say hallo to the pastry chef girl from Honduras running a shop next door to ours.
She is charming, talkative, alone. She wants to learn to play guitar and has a peculiar habit to loll out her tongue at the end of every jovial sentence!-)
So, every night, I have my midnight cake with her before I go to sleep.
 

 
I want to read this in the future, to remember, recall it and to be happy again. Because life is so diverse, rich… So many various people, cities, tastes and… All kinds of everything!

Meeting at the Youth Club: 5, 6 girls and 3 boys, young teenagers.
Through laughter, we made up a short movie about love, drama, chasing, revenge! Even fantasies in stop-motion.
The problem is that these “kids” are as well very young, appealing girls… Hmm.
I feel embarrassed, how to hide it, my voice becomes thin.
Especially because I don’t know how to direct film in a confident, professional manner… Ok, lets try it tomorrow!
 

 
A recipe for “An Egg” by “Chutney” bar:
Bring the water to boil.
Few drops of vinegar. Lower down the heat.
Carefully pour one broken egg in the water.
Gently. Into that vortex.
Let it be for 3 minutes. Then take the egg out.
Dry it with a clean towel.
If you want, you can do all of this before and put an already boiled egg in cold water, with ice, into the fridge, to wait.
To serve, put it in slowly boiling water for 20 seconds and… It is ready again!

Today’s Safari Here tour under gloomy sky was… so-so… Flat, poor, to be honest – boring!
Kind of happy-go lucky, kind of touching (poetry in a shop with many doors), kind of… too polite, too civilized – a childish entertainment for grannies!

Piano that I “played” today in the hotel piano bar, place where our tour passed through, was locked.
So, I could barely reach the keyboard with my fingers… That was inspiring, at least for me.
The rest… I imagine punishment where we HAVE TO repeat this tour for days and days…For handful (for spoonful) of grannies.

Finally, last day was a real holiday:
Beach. Cold, salty, wavy. Ocean.
Trip to fisherman’s suburbs.
Food, running around with Batju’s twins.
Few stolen, filmed shots.
Pleasantly tired after dancing madly last night.
I felt the precious state of being: DOING NOTHING!

Children are solidarizing in crying as the plane is landing in Belgrade.
 

8. Shotton, Crimdon Dune

Spicy chewing gums in A1 bus to the airport, to England.
I cleaned plumbing in the bathroom before the trip, tried to change the electric bulb (without success) and kissed the whole family,
even the dog.

Community center hall in Blackhall.
Beautiful stain on the ceiling and stories about a house ghost!
Enthusiastic, mainly big women that run socio-cultural actions in this neverland.
As always, I soak myself secretly in something appealing on some female person.

First free Corners days:
I drift by bicycle on meandric paths on the edge of the cliff.
I found and eat wild berries. Until now, nothing here was more tasteful.
My mood is waving.
Sea – sky – grey but it is beautiful – zen-like.
Sound of waves, krshhhhhhhhhhhh!

A magic morning on a foggy beach.
Long walk, stories and laughing with Bojan.
All along, to the caves where poor miners used to live.

I flew in an open micro plane, not alone,
over the woods, roads, over football fields where tiny people kick the ball-dot!
And all that is, no matter how small, still visible… Even the sea foam.

This morning we had our Tour premiere.
In rush I pooped just before it and I flushed the toilet, of course.
After the whole show, when I came back home to pee, on the bottom of the toilet, in the clear water, sharp-edged shit was still there!

I walked from Shotton to Blackhall.
3 hours of walking on small paths and fields.
I lost and found my way, waded through wet soil, “meditating”… And got tired.
Luckily, Corners gang got together at “Rafa” pub.
I found my way to “Rafa” and got drunk with them, with joy!
When I came back home I ate… to much, huh!
 

 
Long walks on the beach. Sand, full of strange beautiful stones… I picked them up, hoping that they could substitute expensive presents that I would have to buy, in rush, in London.
I “meditate” by the sea and I don’t want to come back home, to my dirty town.
 

 
Yesterday’s Tour was better, funnier, more organized than the one on the first day. Even though there are still some “happy go lucky” moments, I experienced some warm, human situations, funny games…
Listen, I am really happy with my group!
This time, I enjoy process the best and I’m not boycotting the process.

Hangover breakfast in a train to London.
I am surrounded by young Jewish students that are probably starting new school year somewhere there…
Last night it was all about dancing-drinking, funny… I even started to talk to an unknown girl with orange wig and felt the vibes… But she went home on time… It is better that way.
This trip was really much more spiritual experience… Cross my hart.
 


 
 

Korners dnevnik (drugi dio)

Miloš Tomić

7. San Sebastijan, Španija

Nije mi se odlazilo iz Beograda i iz Marijinog (ima novu frizuru!) i Drenovog zagrljaja, ali me je ovde odmah uhvatila neka snimačka groznica.

Uželeo sam se da beležim, pecam… Tako… Mali život.
 

 
1.dan:
Loš osećaj s radom u grupi. Želim da budem sam i da nešto konkretno što volim i uradim… A onda tajno od Safari here projekta počinjem da snimam “Notes from Donostia” film i sve je bolje, mogu lakše da sarađujem.
I opet volim devojke iz svog tima.

Kupio sam lepo crveno gumeno odelo, ali kiša je stala.
Vozimo bicikle i istražujemo.
Imam novu drugaricu, poslastičarku iz Hondurasa.
Sve dobro.

Hajd’ da sve brzo prođe.
 

 
Nesnimljeni kadrovi filma koji ovde snimam:

1. Zeznuta gromada, ćelav usporen tip. Stoji nalakćen na šipku gradilišne konstrukcije s polupojedenim sendvičem u ruci. Izgleda kao da spava na njemu i kao da je jedan kraj bageta puškica ili cigara, a da on, spavajući, nišani… 6 sekundi kasnije najsporije se budi, kao opasan medved i, mislim, zagriza sendvič (iskreno, nisam smeo tajno da ga snimam).

2. Starija žena s tankim karminom, vrlo elegantna, pila je vino iz velike čaše. Lagano, decentno, ali ruka i lice su joj se tresli zbog neke “fine” bolesti. (Bilo me je sramota da je snimajući “iskorišćavam”.)

3. Dve bakice, samo noge. Prva tapka ritam, druga ne, jer noga joj je u gipsu do članka. A onda i ona počinje da lupka! Jednom nogom bar. (Baterija je bila prazna.)
 

 
Već drugi dan ručam u preporučenom restorančiću koji vode dva gej simpatjaka (češki izraz) i klopa je strašno ukusna i nije skupa: “Chutney” bar.
Postao sam drug, uvek pozdravim poslastičarku iz Hondurasa koja vodi radnju pored našeg ulaza. Slatka je, sama, htela bi da uči da svira gitaru i ima običaj da isplazi jezik na kraju svake zezatorske rečenice! Pojedem tako kolač oko pola 12, svaku noć pred spavanje.
 

 
Želim da ovo nekad čitam i da se sećam i da budem i tad srećan što je život tako raznolik i bujan i puno ljudi, gradova, ukusa i svačega različitog što se dešava… Sve zbog toga čime se strastveno bavim.

Sreo se sa 5-6 devojaka i 3 momka iz kluba mladih. Smejući se, smislili smo kratki film: ljubav, frka, jurnjava, osveta! Čak i fantazije u stop triku. E sad, ti “klinci” su i jako mlade, bujne, privlačne devojke. Uh, neprijatno mi je, glas mi utanji, naročito što ne umem baš da režiram onako sigurno… Ali hajde, sutra, pokušajmo.
 

 
Recept za jaje iz “Chutney” bara:
Voda u loncu proključa.
Kaneš malo sirćeta. Smanjiš vatru.
U tu vodu spustiš jedno razbijeno jaje, nežno, u taj vrtlog.
Ostaviš 3 minuta. Izvadiš. Ocediš na krpi.
Ako hoćeš, napraviš jaje i ranije, staviš u hladnu vodu sa ledom pa u frižider… Kad ga vadiš, samo 20-ak sekundi u tiho ključalu vodu i – opet je spremno.

Današnja tura po tmurnom vremenu bila, onako… ravna, malo sirotinjska, ma dosadna! U nečemu blentava, u nečemu dirljiva (poezija u radnji sa vratima), u nečemu prefina, prekulturna – ma, dečija priredba za bakice!

Klavir koji sam danas “svirao” u piano baru hotela kroz koji je prolazila tura bio je zaključan pa sam jedva hvatao dirke kroz prorez, sa svoje strane. To mi je bilo inspirativno, ostalo… Zamišljam kaznu gde ponavljamo ovu turu danima.
Za šačicu (kašičicu) bakica.

Konačno, poslednji dan je bio stvarno holidej:
Plaža, hladno, slano, talasasto. Okean.
Izlet u ribarsko naselje na ivici grada.
Klopa, jurnjava sa dve Betjouve bliznakinje. Po neki ukradeni, snimljeni kadar.
Prijatno umoran posle lude igranke od prošle noći osetio sam dragocenost da povremeno ne radim baš ništa!

Deca se solidarišu u plakanju dok se avion spušta.
 

8. Engleska

Ljute žvake u A1 autobusu za aerodrom, za Englesku.
Pred put sam očistio odvodne cevi u kupatilu, probao da promenim sijalicu u kuhinji (nije htela) i izljubio sve, pa i kucu.

Sala Kulturnog centra u Blekhol selu. Lepa fleka oljuštenog zida do cigle na plafonu i priče o kućnom duhu! Entuzijastične, uglavnom krupne žene koje vode društveno-kreativne akcije u ovoj nedođiji. Kao i uvek, upijem se u nešto privlačno na nekom ženskom biću.

Fraj Korners dan:
Lutam na biciklu krivudavim stazicama na ivici klifa, manđam divlje kupine i za sada ovde ništa nije bilo ukusnije.
Raspoloženje mi talasa.
More-nebo sivo, ali divno je – zen.
Zvuk talasa kršššššššššššššš…

Magično jutro na maglenoj plaži. Šetnja, priče i smejanje s Bojanom do pećine gde su nekad živeli prvi rudari.

Otvorenim aviončićem, dvojcem, leteo sam iznad šuma, puteva, fudbalskih terena gde sićušni ljudi šutiraju loptu-tačkicu!
I sve se to, umanjeno, ipak vidi… čak i pena talasa.

Jutros je bila premijera ture. U frci sam kakio pre nje i naravno, pustio vodu… Ali, posle svega, kad sam se vratio kući da piškim, u bistroj vodi wc šolje, govno oštrog vrha bilo je još uvek tu!

Peške sam se vraćao 3 sata stazicama i njivama od Šotona do Blekhola.
Gubio se i gacao po vlažnoj zemlji, “zenirao” i umorio se.
Na sreću, Korners društvo se nalazilo u “Rafa” klubu, dotle sam nekako dopešačio i slatko se napio s njima. Po povratku kući i najeo… prejeo, jao!
 

 
Duge šetnje plažom, peščanom obalom s puno lepog raznoliko neobičnog kamenja… Berem ih s nadom da će zameniti skupe poklone koje bih na brzaka jurio po Londonu.
Meditiram uz more i ne vraća mi se u prljavi grad.
 

 
Tura je juče bila bolja, smešnija, uvežbanija nego prvi dan. Iako i dalje ima blentavih momenata, bilo je toplih ljudskih situacija, zabavnih igara… Ma, srećan sam sa svojom grupom! I ovaj put se u procesu rada osećam najbolje, najmanje zabušant.

Mamuran doručkujem u vozu za London okružen mladim Jevrejima koji kreću tamo u neku versku školu.
Sinoć je bila igranka pijanka smešna… Čak sam se zapričao s nepoznatom devojkom s narandžastom perikom i osetio vibracije… Ali otišla je na vreme… Bolje tako.
Ovo putovanje je stvarno bilo mnogo više duhovno iskustvo… Stvarno!
 

See more works from Miloš Tomić on his website and Vimeo.