Chap downstairs directed up at the Municipal Library beside the Architecture University, Skopje. At the counter on the first floor a younger woman took the passport; took 5-6 minutes for the necessaries, before issuing a card. Back down, chap again sliding his perspex. The card was handed over, details entered in a ledger with the yellow, blue topped BIC we used in school. Numbered tag presented. Plastic sealed 37, with thin key ring attached. With that the chap came around into the hall, much taller than in the chair. Two gaps in his upper incisors either side failed to lessen his confidence. Good jocularity was met without appreciation, only the last venture about the availability of raki raising a smile. The escort showed the room diagonally opposite as the one designated (there were 3-4 other), behind which door four dozen or so small laminex tables were arranged in rows like in the crowded schoolrooms of the ’60s. A good sprinkling of quiet young students, couple of seniors, with females predominating. No. 37 sat pretty well slap bang, rickety damn thing and quite inadequate for the gear. Tall leafy trees outside the window was nice. The quiet was pleasing. In-out through a noisy door less so. A monthly MKD100 / AU$1:20 couldn’t be argued. The assigned desk was set for the duration, but we would soon see about that, soldiery posture or no.
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