About rubber glue

About rubber glue
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A year after graduating, I was back in the institute's dormitory. The fact was that one sweet girl asked me to help her in the graduate project. At that time she worked as a croupier in a casino, so she kept half an eye on the study. We faced a rather trivial task; we need to mount the printed graphic material onto wooden frames.
We got trashy recreation, remade for the classroom. It was hot in it. The air literally rang with plentiful herds of greasy green flies. Taking a bottle of beer for inspiration, we set to work. In order to prevent rapid evaporation of the glue we closed the windows and doors. We laid out rolls of printouts, tires, cutters. I opened a can of rubber glue...

Since childhood, I like this light heady smell. It seems to be nothing criminal about, isn’t it?
Applying rubber glue to large surfaces of paper requires some skill. I smeared a cloudy springy liquid on paper with a plastic triangle. The ‘croupier’ supervised a pack of drawings, handing me over the necessary sheet.

Pretty fast, we mounted all eight frames. They were placed along the wall to watch...
And now we felt something like intoxication, no – more precisely, some kind of slight euphoria. Figuratively speaking, we caught some fun.
A strange silence reigned in the classroom. Something was definitely missing...

The floor and tables around us were covered with black dots of dead flies ...

P.S. I love the smell of rubber glue in the morning. This is the smell of victory.