Le journal de Annie Boban – Dnevnik Annie Boban – Annie Boban’s Diary (3)
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Le journal de Annie Boban – parte (3)
Le journal de Annie Boban – parte (3)
Dimanche 28 juin 1981.
Départ à 9h30 car j’avais dit aux enfants, pour leur changer les idées que nous irons prendre le petit déjeuner a Mac-Donald. Départ de Macdonald à 10:30 car, malgré ce qu’ils disent à la télévision sur la vitesse du service, cela ne se passe pas comme cela. Nous arrivons à la Mess à 10:05 et évidemment, 3 personnes sont dans le parking, Branko Kujundžić, le frère de Jozo Majić (Ivan, ma note, Mile Boban) et un autre bonhomme. Les trois la parlaient sous un arbre et a peine que je sois arrivée, ils sont montés dans leur voiture et partis. Ils pensaient certainement que je n’aurais pas le courage de venir à la Messe après de ce qui s’est passé avec Milan. La Messe se passe et lorsque je suis sorti, quelques personnes s’approchent vers moi et me disent combien désolées elles sont et si elles peuvent faire quoi que ce soit, elles le feront. Ici il faut ajouter à cela qu’à cette époque règne une très grande propagande contre l’organisation Croate de OTPOR dont mon mari Milan était le président pour le continent du Nord.
Je laisse les enfants chez Zdenka et Rafo à leur instance et m’en vais vers San Francisco pour voir Milan. J’arrive à San Francisco, Bryant street a 1h 50, monte au 7eme étage et là de nouveau, comme la veille, impossible de voir Milan car, parait-il que je suis arrivée trop tard pour les visites de ce jour-là. J’en ai assez pour me battre avec eux et mes yeux pleins de larmes de nouveau, je m’en vais.
Le trajet entre Bryant street et Hacienda à San Mateo ou habitaient Zdenka i Rafo passe de nouveau très vite et, lorsque j’arrive chez Zdenka et Rafo, comme ils me demandent si j’ai vu Milan, comment cela s’est passé etc…je éclate en sanglots. Au bout de quelques minutes, je me calme et leur explique ce qui s’est passé. Rafo téléphone à un de ses amis qui travaille dans la police et celui-ci l’a rappelé pour lui dire que d’après les gardes de Bryant Street, j’étais arrivée trop tard. Donc, pas de visite avec Milan aujourd’hui encore, mais nous allons essayer de nous contacter avec un coup de téléphone.
Toute l’après- midi, il arrive à attendre ce coup de téléphone. Nous restons à dîner chez Zdenka qui fait des shish-Kebabs. Enfin le téléphone sonne et Milan est au bout du fil. Nous parlons de mon essai a le voir ce jour là, de ce qu’il fait en person, de la nourriture et de l’espoir de se voir le lendemain. Milan me demande si je serais prête à venir le voir et rien que d’entendre sa voix m’irrite déjà. Nous restons quelque 25 minutes ce soir là et comme la veille au soir, cela me remonte le moral. Après dîner, je remonte à la maison et téléphone à Milan Cvitanović pour lui rappeler d’aller à la “Title Insurance” première chose le lendemain. Maintenant nous partons au lit.
Lundi 29 Juin 1981
Dès 7h30 le matin, je me mets de nouveau en rapport avec Milan Cvitanović, mais, il était déjà parti et avait laissé son “pager” à la maison. J’ai téléphoné à Don Norwold qui n’était pas au bureau. Ce matin la, j’ai du aller chercher un papier chez Léon Galić. Je suis parti pour environ 30 minutes et pendant ce temps là, Milan Cvitanović a telephone. J’ai essayé de l’attraper chez lui a S.S.F. mais impossible de l’avoir. Enfin, vers 10h, je rentre en rapport avec Don Norwold qui m’affirme avoir été à la “Title Insurance” et que les papiers seraient prêts cet après-midi. Après le coup de téléphone, je suis partie chercher l’estimation chez Pierre Derouineau, vendeur des maisons qui a fait les papiers très officiellement, en tout 4 pages. Revenue à la maison vers 11h, je vais a la Title insurance qui m’affirme que les papiers seraient prêts vers 2h30 dans l’après midi, mais ils ne sont pas sûrs si les papiers qu’ils sont en train de préparer suffiront pour U.S. Court Clerk. Je leur dis, “Avant de faire quoi que ce soit, pourquoi ne pas téléphoné à ce Clerk, un Mr. D’Amélio”. Devant moi, elle téléphone à Mr. D’Amelio et lui dit que ce qu’il veut est un “preliminary Title report”, et pas ce qu’elle préparait. Encore un espoir de perdu. Carole, employée de Title Insurance m’affirme qu’il n’y aura pas moyen d’avoir les papiers avant le lendemain matin. Je leur dis d’essayer de les avoir au moins a la fin de l’après midi. Elle me répond que cela n’est pas possible car les papiers doivent être fait à Redwood City et qu’ils doivent faire des recherches afin de voir s’il y a des “liens” contre notre maison, c’est-à- dire “privilèges”.
Avec tout cela il est déjà 2 heures de l’après midi et j’ai épuisé tous les moyens d’avoir ces papiers. Je rentre à la maison, rentre en rapport avec Milan Cvitanović qui me dit que le lendemain à 8h 30, il ira avec Don Norwold chercher les papiers à Redwood City afin de les avoir avant 11 heures.
Il n’y a plus qu’à attendre le coup de téléphone de Milan et lui expliquer toutes les démarches accomplies. Au moins, quelque chose a été fait, pas comme pendant le week-end. Vers 5:30 Milan m’appelle et je lui explique ma journée et cette fois, nous sommes sure de nous voir le lendemain.
P.S. Lorsque j’ai téléphoné le matin a Don j’ai l’ai dispute au téléphone car ils étaient allés (Milan Cvitanović et lui) dans une différente “Title Insurance” que celle ou j’avais été vendredi. Je lui ai dit “J’avais dit à Milan ou alle. Ils ont déjà commencé les papiers. Pourquoi n’en faut-il qu’à sa tête et n’est pas allé ou je lui ai dit”. Il m’a répondu qu’il est allé ou on le connaît le mieux et ou on pourrait l’aider le plus. Je lui ai dit “merci” et ai raccroché. Mais, 5 minutes plus tard, je lui ai téléphoné pour m’excuser d’avoir passé mes nerfs sur lui. Il m’a affirmé avoir totalement compris et ne m’en veut pas.
La suite continue avec
Mardi 30 juin 1981.
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Hrvatski
Dnevnik Annie Boban, treći (3) dio
Nedjelja, 28. lipnja 1981.
Polazak u 9:30 jer sam rekla djeci, da se predomisle, da ćemo doručkovati u Mac-Donaldu. Polazak iz Mac-Donalda u 10:30 jer, unatoč onome što govore na televiziji o brzini usluge, to se ne događa tako. Dolazimo u Mess u 10:05 i očito, 3 osobe su na parkingu, Branko Kujundžić, brat Joze Majića (Ivan, op.a. Mile Boban) i još jedan tip. Njih troje su razgovarali ispod drveta i čim sam stigao, sjeli su u auto i otišli. Sigurno su mislili da neću imati hrabrosti doći na misu nakon ovoga s Milanom. Misa se događa i kad sam ja, nekoliko ljudi mi priđe i kaže mi kako im je žao i ako mogu nešto učiniti, učinit će to. Ovdje treba dodati da je u to vrijeme vladala vrlo velika propaganda protiv hrvatske organizacije OTPOR čiji je moj suprug Milan bio predsjednik za sjeverni kontinent.
Ostavljam djecu sa Zdenkom i Rafom na njihov zahtjev i odlazim u San Francisco vidjeti Milano. Stižem u San Francisco, Bryant street u 1h50, penjem se na 7. kat i tamo opet, kao i dan prije, nemoguće vidjeti Milano jer, izgleda, stigao sam prekasno za posjete tog dana. Dosta mi je bilo borbe s njima i opet su mi oči pune suza, odlazim.
Tragedija između ulice Bryant i Haciende u San Mateu gdje su živjeli Zdenka i Rafo opet vrlo brzo prolazi i, kad dođem do Zdenke i Rafe, dok me pitaju jesam li vidjela Milana, kako se to dogodilo itd..briznem u plač. Nakon par minuta se smirim i objasnim im što se dogodilo. Rafo je telefonirao svom prijatelju koji radi u policiji i ovaj je nazvao stražara u ulici Bryant koji mu je rekao, prema riječima stražara u ulici Bryant, da je ona stigla prekasno. Dakle, danas više nema posjeta s Milanom, ali pokušat ćemo ga kontaktirati telefonskim pozivom.
Cijelo poslijepodne čekala sam na ovaj telefonski poziv. Ostajemo na večeri kod Zdenke koja je za večeru pekla roštiljke. Napokon zazvoni telefon i Milan je na vezi. Razgovaramo o tome da ga pokušamo posjetiti danas, o tome što on osobno radi, o hrani šta jede i nadamo se da ćemo se vidjeti sutra. Milan me pita bih li bila spremna doći ga vidjeti i već me razveselio sam njegov glas. Tu večer pričamo nekih 25 minuta na telefonu kao i noć prije, i to me je razveselilo. Nakon večere vraćam se kući i telefoniram gospodinu Cvitanoviću da ga podsjetim da sutradan prije svega ode u “Javnog bilježnika za potrebne papire”. Sada idemo u krevet.
Polazak u 9:30 jer sam rekla djeci, da se predomisle, da ćemo doručkovati u Mac-Donaldu. Polazak iz Mac-Donalda u 10:30 jer, unatoč onome što govore na televiziji o brzini usluge, to se ne događa tako. Dolazimo u Mess u 10:05 i očito, 3 osobe su na parkingu, Branko Kujundžić, brat Joze Majića (Ivan, op.a. Mile Boban) i još jedan tip. Njih troje su razgovarali ispod drveta i čim sam stigao, sjeli su u auto i otišli. Sigurno su mislili da neću imati hrabrosti doći na misu nakon ovoga s Milanom. Misa se događa i kad sam ja, nekoliko ljudi mi priđe i kaže mi kako im je žao i ako mogu nešto učiniti, učinit će to. Ovdje treba dodati da je u to vrijeme vladala vrlo velika propaganda protiv hrvatske organizacije OTPOR čiji je moj suprug Milan bio predsjednik za sjeverni kontinent.
Ostavljam djecu sa Zdenkom i Rafom na njihov zahtjev i odlazim u San Francisco vidjeti Milano. Stižem u San Francisco, Bryant street u 1h50, penjem se na 7. kat i tamo opet, kao i dan prije, nemoguće vidjeti Milano jer, izgleda, stigao sam prekasno za posjete tog dana. Dosta mi je bilo borbe s njima i opet su mi oči pune suza, odlazim.
Tragedija između ulice Bryant i Haciende u San Mateu gdje su živjeli Zdenka i Rafo opet vrlo brzo prolazi i, kad dođem do Zdenke i Rafe, dok me pitaju jesam li vidjela Milana, kako se to dogodilo itd..briznem u plač. Nakon par minuta se smirim i objasnim im što se dogodilo. Rafo je telefonirao svom prijatelju koji radi u policiji i ovaj je nazvao stražara u ulici Bryant koji mu je rekao, prema riječima stražara u ulici Bryant, da je ona stigla prekasno. Dakle, danas više nema posjeta s Milanom, ali pokušat ćemo ga kontaktirati telefonskim pozivom.
Cijelo poslijepodne čekala sam na ovaj telefonski poziv. Ostajemo na večeri kod Zdenke koja je za večeru pekla roštiljke. Napokon zazvoni telefon i Milan je na vezi. Razgovaramo o tome da ga pokušamo posjetiti danas, o tome što on osobno radi, o hrani šta jede i nadamo se da ćemo se vidjeti sutra. Milan me pita bih li bila spremna doći ga vidjeti i već me razveselio sam njegov glas. Tu večer pričamo nekih 25 minuta na telefonu kao i noć prije, i to me je razveselilo. Nakon večere vraćam se kući i telefoniram gospodinu Cvitanoviću da ga podsjetim da sutradan prije svega ode u “Javnog bilježnika za potrebne papire”. Sada idemo u krevet.
Ponedjeljak, 29. lipnja 1981
u 7.30 ujutro ponovno sam stupio u kontakt s gospodinom Cvitanovićem, ali on je već bio otišao i ostavio svoj “pager” kod kuće. Nazvao sam Dona Norwolda koji nije bio u uredu. Jutros sam morao otići po papir od L Galić. Otišao sam 30-ak minuta i za to vrijeme telefonirao je gospodin Cvitanović. Pokušao sam ga uhvatiti u njegovoj kući u S.S.F. ali nemoguće ga je dobiti. Konačno, oko 10 sati, javljam se Donu, koji mi kaže da je bio kod “Javnog tužitelja” i da će papiri biti gotovi danas popodne. Nakon telefonskog razgovora otišla sam potražiti službenu vrijednost naše kuće kod Pierrea Derouineaua, prodavača kuća, koji je vrlo službeno odradio papire na 4 stranice. Vratila sam se kući oko 11 sati, odlazim sada do Title Insurance (u ovom slučaju javni bilježnik, mo. Mile.) koji me uvjerava da će papiri biti spremni oko 2:30 popodne, ali nisu sigurni hoće li papiri koje pripremaju biti dovoljni za američkog sudskog službenika. Kažem im: “Prije nego išta učinite, zašto ne nazovete tog službenika, g. D’Amelio.” Ona preda mnom telefonira i g. D’Amelio joj kaže da ono što on želi je “preliminarni naslovni izvještaj”, a ne ono što je ona pripremala. Još jedna izgubljena nada. Carole, zaposlenica Title Insurance uvjerava me da neće biti načina da dobijem papire prije sljedećeg jutra. Kažem joj da ih pokušaju dobiti barem do kraja poslijepodneva. Ona odgovara da to nije moguće jer se papiri moraju pripremiti u Redwood City i oni moraju istražiti postoje li “liens”, engleska riječ, što hrvatski znači “založno pravo”, tj. stavio žalbu i svotu novca protiv naše kuće.
Uz sve to već je 2 sata popodne i iscrpio sam sva sredstva da imam te papire. Odlazim doma, javljam se gospodinu Cvitanoviću koji mi kaže da će sutradan u 8.30 sati s Donom otići po papire u Redwood City kako bi ih imao prije 11 sati. Sve što trebate učiniti je pričekati telefonski poziv od Milana i objasniti mu sve što se je učinilo. Barem se nešto napravilo, ne kao preko vikenda. Oko 5:30 Milan me zove i ja mu objašnjavam svoj dan i ovaj put, sigurno se vidimo sutradan.
u 7.30 ujutro ponovno sam stupio u kontakt s gospodinom Cvitanovićem, ali on je već bio otišao i ostavio svoj “pager” kod kuće. Nazvao sam Dona Norwolda koji nije bio u uredu. Jutros sam morao otići po papir od L Galić. Otišao sam 30-ak minuta i za to vrijeme telefonirao je gospodin Cvitanović. Pokušao sam ga uhvatiti u njegovoj kući u S.S.F. ali nemoguće ga je dobiti. Konačno, oko 10 sati, javljam se Donu, koji mi kaže da je bio kod “Javnog tužitelja” i da će papiri biti gotovi danas popodne. Nakon telefonskog razgovora otišla sam potražiti službenu vrijednost naše kuće kod Pierrea Derouineaua, prodavača kuća, koji je vrlo službeno odradio papire na 4 stranice. Vratila sam se kući oko 11 sati, odlazim sada do Title Insurance (u ovom slučaju javni bilježnik, mo. Mile.) koji me uvjerava da će papiri biti spremni oko 2:30 popodne, ali nisu sigurni hoće li papiri koje pripremaju biti dovoljni za američkog sudskog službenika. Kažem im: “Prije nego išta učinite, zašto ne nazovete tog službenika, g. D’Amelio.” Ona preda mnom telefonira i g. D’Amelio joj kaže da ono što on želi je “preliminarni naslovni izvještaj”, a ne ono što je ona pripremala. Još jedna izgubljena nada. Carole, zaposlenica Title Insurance uvjerava me da neće biti načina da dobijem papire prije sljedećeg jutra. Kažem joj da ih pokušaju dobiti barem do kraja poslijepodneva. Ona odgovara da to nije moguće jer se papiri moraju pripremiti u Redwood City i oni moraju istražiti postoje li “liens”, engleska riječ, što hrvatski znači “založno pravo”, tj. stavio žalbu i svotu novca protiv naše kuće.
Uz sve to već je 2 sata popodne i iscrpio sam sva sredstva da imam te papire. Odlazim doma, javljam se gospodinu Cvitanoviću koji mi kaže da će sutradan u 8.30 sati s Donom otići po papire u Redwood City kako bi ih imao prije 11 sati. Sve što trebate učiniti je pričekati telefonski poziv od Milana i objasniti mu sve što se je učinilo. Barem se nešto napravilo, ne kao preko vikenda. Oko 5:30 Milan me zove i ja mu objašnjavam svoj dan i ovaj put, sigurno se vidimo sutradan.
P.S. Kad sam ujutro nazvala Dona, posvađala sam se s njim preko telefona jer su otišli (Milan Cvitanović i on) u drugo “Javno tužiteljstvo” od onog kod kojeg sam ja bila u petak. Rekla sam mu “Ja sam rekala Milanu gdje da ide. Oni su već pripremili papire. Zašto on to nije stavio u svoju glavu i otišao tamo gdje sam mu ja rekla”. Odgovorio je da je otišao tamo gdje ga najbolje poznaju i gdje mu mogu najviše pomoći. Rekla sam mu “hvala” i poklopila slušalicu. Ali, 5 minuta kasnije nazvala sam ga da mu se ispričam što sam mu snapostovala. On mi tvrdi da me je potpuno razumio i da se ne ljuti na mene.
Nastavak se nastavlja s
Utorak, 30. lipnja 1981.
Dolje priložena poveznica je broj (2) dva
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English
Annie Boban’s Diary – parte (3)
Sunday, June 28, 1981.
Departure at 9:30 am because I had told the children to change their minds that we will have breakfast at Mac-Donald. Departure from Macdonald at 10:30 am because, despite what they say on television about the speed of service, it does not happen like that. We arrive at the Mess at 10:05 and obviously 3 people are in the parking lot, Branko Kujundžić, Jozo Majić’s brother (Ivan, my note, Mile Boban) and another guy. The three were speaking under a tree and as soon as I arrived they got into their car and left. They certainly thought that I wouldn’t have the courage to come to Mass after what happened with Milan. Mass is finished and when I am out with my children, a few people come up to me and tell me how sorry they are and if there is anything they can do they will. Here it will be necessary to add that at that time there was a very great propaganda against the Croatian organization of OTPOR of which my husband Milan was the president for the northern continent.
I leave the children with Zdenka and Rafo at their request and go to San Francisco to see Milan. I arrive in San Francisco, Bryant street at 1h50, go up to the 7th floor and there again, like the day before, impossible to see Milan because, it seems that I arrived too late for the visits of that day. I’ve had enough to fight with them and my eyes full of tears again, I’m leaving.
The journey between Bryant street and Hacienda in San Mateo where Zdenka i Rafo lived passes again very quickly and, when I arrive at Zdenka and Rafo, they ask me if I saw Milan, how it happened etc. ..I burst into tears. After a few minutes, I calm down and explain to them what happened. Rafo telephones a friend of his who works in the police and this one calls back to tell him that according to the guards of Bryant Street, that I had arrived too late. So, no visit to Milan again today, but we will try to contact each other by phone call.
All afternoon I managed to wait for this phone call. We stayed for dinner at Zdenka who makes shish-kebabs. Finally the phone rings and Milan is on the line. We talk about trying to see him that day, what he does in person, the food he eats, and the hope of seeing each other the next day. Milan asks me if I would be ready to come see him and just hearing his voice irritates me. I am already very happy. We stayed about 25 minutes that evening and same like the night before, it cheers me up. After dinner, I go back home and call Milan Cvitanović to remind him to go to “Title Insurance” first thing the next day. Now we go to bed.
Monday, June 29, 1981
At 7:30 in the morning, I got in touch with Milan Cvitanović again, but he had already left and had left his “pager” at home. I phoned Don Norwold who was out of the office. This morning, I had to go get a piece of paper from Léon Galić. I left for about 30 minutes and during that time Milan Cvitanović was on the phone. I tried to catch him at his house at S.S.F. but it’s impossible to get it. Finally, around 10 am, I got in touch with Don Norwold who told me that he has been to “Title Insurance” and that the papers would be ready this afternoon. After the phone call, I went to get the estimate from Pierre Derouineau, the seller of the houses who did the paperwork very officially, in all 4 pages. Back home around 11 a.m., I go to Title insurance who tell me that the papers will be ready around 2:30 in the afternoon, but they are not sure if the papers they are preparing will be sufficient for the U.S. Court Clerk. I tell them, “Before doing anything, why don’t you call this Clerk, a Mr. D’Amelio”. In front of me, she telephones Mr. D’Amelio and tells him that what he wants is a “preliminary Title report”, and not what she was preparing. Another lost hope. Carole, employee of Title Insurance assures me that there will be no way to have the papers before the next morning. I tell her to try to have them at least at the end of the afternoon. She replies that it is not possible because the papers must be done in Redwood City and that they must do research in order to see if there are “liens” against our house, that is to say “privileges” in french language.
With all this it is already 2 o’clock in the afternoon and I have exhausted all means of obtaining these papers. I go home, get in touch with Milan Cvitanović who tells me that the next day at 8.30 am he will go with Don Norwold to pick up the papers in Redwood City in order to have them before 11 am.
Departure at 9:30 am because I had told the children to change their minds that we will have breakfast at Mac-Donald. Departure from Macdonald at 10:30 am because, despite what they say on television about the speed of service, it does not happen like that. We arrive at the Mess at 10:05 and obviously 3 people are in the parking lot, Branko Kujundžić, Jozo Majić’s brother (Ivan, my note, Mile Boban) and another guy. The three were speaking under a tree and as soon as I arrived they got into their car and left. They certainly thought that I wouldn’t have the courage to come to Mass after what happened with Milan. Mass is finished and when I am out with my children, a few people come up to me and tell me how sorry they are and if there is anything they can do they will. Here it will be necessary to add that at that time there was a very great propaganda against the Croatian organization of OTPOR of which my husband Milan was the president for the northern continent.
I leave the children with Zdenka and Rafo at their request and go to San Francisco to see Milan. I arrive in San Francisco, Bryant street at 1h50, go up to the 7th floor and there again, like the day before, impossible to see Milan because, it seems that I arrived too late for the visits of that day. I’ve had enough to fight with them and my eyes full of tears again, I’m leaving.
The journey between Bryant street and Hacienda in San Mateo where Zdenka i Rafo lived passes again very quickly and, when I arrive at Zdenka and Rafo, they ask me if I saw Milan, how it happened etc. ..I burst into tears. After a few minutes, I calm down and explain to them what happened. Rafo telephones a friend of his who works in the police and this one calls back to tell him that according to the guards of Bryant Street, that I had arrived too late. So, no visit to Milan again today, but we will try to contact each other by phone call.
All afternoon I managed to wait for this phone call. We stayed for dinner at Zdenka who makes shish-kebabs. Finally the phone rings and Milan is on the line. We talk about trying to see him that day, what he does in person, the food he eats, and the hope of seeing each other the next day. Milan asks me if I would be ready to come see him and just hearing his voice irritates me. I am already very happy. We stayed about 25 minutes that evening and same like the night before, it cheers me up. After dinner, I go back home and call Milan Cvitanović to remind him to go to “Title Insurance” first thing the next day. Now we go to bed.
Monday, June 29, 1981
At 7:30 in the morning, I got in touch with Milan Cvitanović again, but he had already left and had left his “pager” at home. I phoned Don Norwold who was out of the office. This morning, I had to go get a piece of paper from Léon Galić. I left for about 30 minutes and during that time Milan Cvitanović was on the phone. I tried to catch him at his house at S.S.F. but it’s impossible to get it. Finally, around 10 am, I got in touch with Don Norwold who told me that he has been to “Title Insurance” and that the papers would be ready this afternoon. After the phone call, I went to get the estimate from Pierre Derouineau, the seller of the houses who did the paperwork very officially, in all 4 pages. Back home around 11 a.m., I go to Title insurance who tell me that the papers will be ready around 2:30 in the afternoon, but they are not sure if the papers they are preparing will be sufficient for the U.S. Court Clerk. I tell them, “Before doing anything, why don’t you call this Clerk, a Mr. D’Amelio”. In front of me, she telephones Mr. D’Amelio and tells him that what he wants is a “preliminary Title report”, and not what she was preparing. Another lost hope. Carole, employee of Title Insurance assures me that there will be no way to have the papers before the next morning. I tell her to try to have them at least at the end of the afternoon. She replies that it is not possible because the papers must be done in Redwood City and that they must do research in order to see if there are “liens” against our house, that is to say “privileges” in french language.
With all this it is already 2 o’clock in the afternoon and I have exhausted all means of obtaining these papers. I go home, get in touch with Milan Cvitanović who tells me that the next day at 8.30 am he will go with Don Norwold to pick up the papers in Redwood City in order to have them before 11 am.
All you have to do is wait for the phone call from Milan and explain to him all the steps. At least something was done, quiet as it was over the weekend. Around 5:30 Milan calls me and I explain my day to him and this time, we will definitely see each other the next day.
P.S. When I called Don in the morning, I had an argument over the phone because they (Milan Cvitanović and him) went to a different “Property Insurance” than the one I went to on Friday. I told him “I told Milan where to go. They already started with the paperwork. Why is it only in his head and he didn’t go where I told him”. He replied that he went to where we know him best and where we can help him the most. I said “thank you” and hung up. But 5 minutes later I called him to apologize for bothering him. He claims that he totally understood me and that he is not angry with me.
The sequel continues with
Tuesday, June 30, 1981
Tuesday, June 30, 1981
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