Što se tiče samog okruženja radnje, preko puta ovde na istom ovom uglu samo preko puta je bila radnja koja je opravljala televizore i stare radio uređaje, zvala se Rudi Čajavec. I sećam se jako lepo provedenog vremena tamo, ne zbog samog prostora, to je u stvari bila jedna mala zgrada, jednospratna ili dvospratna više se i ne sećam ali ... ljudi koji su tu radili su bili jako dobrodušni i prijateljski nastrojeni u stvari kakav ja pamtim Dorćol ovde kad sam ja počela da svaki dan dolazim na Dorćol. Sećam se da je to u stvari bilo sve osim radnje koja je popravljala televizore. Naime, ceo komšiluk je tu kuvao ručak, kao neka manja menzica. Svi koji nisu imali gde da se hrane. Tu je bio izvesni majstor Joca koji je bio glavni i odgovorni kuvar, a svi mi ostali smo bili posetioci. Svako je doneo šta je mogao, hteo, imao i od toga se pravio ručak. Samo što nisu bili okačili zvono koje bi onako zvonilo kao ručak je gotov… Ovako smo se tako pozivali unutra. Od televizora naravno nisi imao gde ni da sedneš ni ljudski da staviš tanjir ali je svima bilo slatko i fino. Pamtim taj deo mog dolaska na Dorćol. Ne da bi im pravili konkurenciju već da bi im uzvratili gostoprimstvo moj majstor i ja smo ovde imali jednu Kraljicu peći i onda smo rešili da pravimo roštilj i da pozovemo goste na ručak. Kako je ovo stara zgrada pod zaštitom države, ti otvori i dimnjaci nisu funkcionisali kako treba i više smo ličili na ćevabdžinicu nego na radnju - stolarsku za restauraciju nameštaja. Ali smo svi slatko jeli isti taj roštilj koji smo na Kraljici peći ispekli. Komšija Zoki koji je inače limar bio i sad je hvala bogu je rek’o: „Dobro, sad smo lepo jeli a šta ćemo da imamo nešto slatko?”. Kažem: „Pa ne znam šta?”. „Ništa, sad ću ja” i za petnaest minuta dolazi Zoki sa palačinkama. Ja ne znam kako je čovek uopšte peko tako brzo palačinke tako da nam je to postalo onda... znalo se u Dorćolac na roštilj, preko puta sa kašikom, a Zoki sa palačinkama se nije menjao.

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That store was there…there, across the road, on the same corner but opposite the street was a store where TVs and radios were repaired and its name was Rudi Cajevec. I have great memories of that store, not because of the space itself- it was a small building, one or two-storey, I’m not sure- but people who worked there were very friendly and kind, and that’s Dorcol I remember, it has been like that since I started coming here every day. And besides being a store for reparation of electrical appliances, the whole neighbourhood would come to have lunch there; it was like a mess room, because people who had no food would come to eat. There was also this repairman Joca who was like a main chef, and we were just visitors, and everyone would bring what they had and Joca would make lunch out of it. Only the lunch bell was missing. We would often come self-invited, there was no room to swing a cat, nowhere to put the plate, but we all enjoyed it…I really have great memories of my arrival to Dorcol. We came, not to be competition but to return hospitality…my repairman and I had one wooden stove and we decided to make barbecue and invite guests…and this building was protected by state…anyway the chimneys weren’t functioning very well so this place looked more like a steak house than a repair store, but we enjoyed that barbecue so much. And a neighbour Zoki, who was a tinsmith, actually he still is thank God…he said: “Ok, this was great, but we need some dessert as well.” So, he just went home and came back fifteen minutes later with pancakes. I have no idea how he managed to make them so fast. Anyway it became well known- you go to Dorcolac if you wanted barbecue, opposite the street if you wanted something cooked and Zoki if you wanted pancakes…