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Uobičajena slika za mene.Ja sam na aerodromu. Može da bude bilo koji, ali ovaj je nekako najvažniji, jer znaci da sam blizu unuka. Za nepunih mesec dana od sredine oktobra do prve nedelje novembra 2017, prešao sam avionom 25000 km. Sreo sam puno ljudi. O nekim sam pisao. Po prvi put mi se desilo, da nisu svi bili zadovoljni ili bar pozitivno iznenađeni. Stigla je primedba o public disclosure odnosno javnom objavljivanju podataka. Bio sam ja iznenađen. Očekivao sam suprotno, ali OK je, razumem, zato ne pišem gde sam bio. Neki o kojima sam pisao se nisu oglasili. Verujem da im se dopada. Zvao sam Iliju i pitao da se ne ljuti. Kaže, super je, ali nije stigao da mi odgovori. Tako živimo, brzo i ne stižemo one male stvari koje su važne. Umro je Lima, moj demokratski saborac i duša naše zgrade. Odmah su svi osetili da ga nema, a mene je ispunila praznina. Nema ko da me sačeka ispred zgrade i nemam s kim da proćaskam. Srećom imam projekat Noli me tangere. Zvao sam njegovu ćerku i tražio fotografiju.  Želim da kažem nešto o Limi. Konsultovala se sa majkom i dobiću fotografiju. Život ide dalje, ali moramo da mislimo na one kojih nema.

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Usual picture for me. I’m at the airport. It can be any, but this one is somehow the most important, because it means I’m close to grandchildren. In less than a month from mid-October to the first Sunday of November 2017, I crossed by plane 25.000 km. I’ve met a lot of people. I wrote about some of them. For the first time, it happened to me, that not all were satisfied or at least positively surprised. A public disclosure notice has been received about one portrait. I was surprised. I expected the opposite, but OK is, I understand, so I’m not writing where I was. Some people I wrote about did not answer. I believe they like it. I called Ilija and asked not to be angry. He says it’s great, but he did not manage to reply. We live so fast, and we do not have time for to the small things that are important. Lima, my democratic fellow and the soul of our building, died. Immediately everyone felt that there was Lima, and me filled the void. There is no one to wait in front of the building and I have no one to gossip with. Fortunately, I have the project Noli me tangere. I called his daughter and asked for a photo. I want to say something about Lima. She consulted with her mother and I will get a photo. Life goes on, but we have to think of those are not with us anymore.