If in South-East Europe corruption reigns, then the lie becomes an all-seeing eye, and hypocrisy becomes the spiritus movens of everyday life.
If Academic degrees are acquired overnight, and gas stations per capita are in a greater number than in most developed European states …
If the marginalized call themselves writers, and yet are party cronies who have circulations thanks to the party structures that are purchased by the pens of nonsense …
If the veterans of the Homeland / Patriotic War became yesterday’s members of the UDBA, KOS and similar birds (KOS translated from the BHSC language into English is BLACKBIRD) …
If in Sarajevo, Belgrade, Podgorica and / or Zagreb the words: “Beware, the bullet!”, becomes to be recognizably a local tourist offer …
If the people are happy only when the neighbor’s cow dies, sorry, when the neighbor lost a job.
If there is no future now and neither will there be, at least for the next fifty years or so …
Well, my dear Milan (Serbian guy), dear Mehmed (Muslim guy) and dear Mario (Croatian guy), now nicely take a bucket of water and clean up the graffiti that you wrote at the entrance to our institution. And come on inside, to take your therapy, as today things will be a little enhanced. The General Manager is coming for an inspection. So for us to it is better to be safe, sorry, to ensure that all is ok. Just in case.
Apocalypse / Armageddon
Since the beginning of the Twentieth Century statistics have shown that so many people lost their lives in the senselessness of waging war, so many so that we do not need any more.
And when one thinks that there is something, well, a little, calmed down, there you have cataclysms, and the Apocalypse or Armageddon, I am confident that it is behind the curve. Will it be by a meteor or a catastrophic earthquakes, as was the one in Japan, which wrapped that country into a black hole, but also the entire planet, or does that not matter at all.
How so? Just because a human, that worthless form of laboratory experiments that originated in the energy databases something of whom we are explicitly call God/Allah or so, we the poor, does not deserve anything better. We are mortal, being aware of that, but only at the end of our journey.
Meanwhile, we are running for the money and fame and surviving on the hatred of others and those who are different from us and live on the other side of the fence. When we think that we are at the end of our journey, and have finally reached the end of our visions, there appears a cataclysm that has swept entire towns, as if a reflection of the tsunami of the soul, earthly one. The area of the Balkans, to be more precise, the area of South-East Europe…to be more precise, even — the territory of Serbia, Croatia, Montenegro, Macedonia, Slovenia, and Bosnia and Herzegovina — really deserves a tsunami of pure intentions, that aspires towards ascension. But what will happen soon, and I’d love to, oh, how I wish to be wrong, is the conflicto in viva burdened with unresolved problems of the identity, the country, the nation. Uber Üllés!
Looking at today, and occasionally the TV channels from the above-mentioned areas, I am reminded of the 1990-1992 years when the HE, the other one, was to blame because he is alive. Because, he breathes MY air. Because, he is walking on MY land. Because, he boasts with MY successes. Because, he lives my life. And we do not even realize that Yugoslavia will never be again, but there will be no Greater Serbia or Greater Croatia, but, by God, not the Greater Bosnia and Herzegovina … Because we are so small within our misery that no tsunami, or the Ecumenical energy which sends that, with the help of an internal enemy, we are not within an interest at all.
Believing this because for us the world rotates on its axis. Hating the success of others and is different precisely because he knows, he always wants to live a better life of its own intentions. I always wanted to live a decent life. Those desires generated by short-reflections. I do not blame anyone nor will I ever do it because the fact that being in the status of Outstanding / Distinguish artist in this region is a curse on the road of ascension! The struggle is constant, but never at the expense of other and different. Now, there’s a problem. I miss that small “rib” in my head that it makes. Too bad! And it could be a beautiful story. Of hatred.
Surplus of history
And yet, again, we are producing a history that we cannot bear:
1. In the past few years we have the fact that Serbia apologized (via the Board of Directors of Radio Television Serbia) for all incitement and bad words that the broadcaster did or sent not only to on their own, but also to the nations outside Serbia in the nineties, and that, behold, in 2011 caught a General Mladić, poor one, for whom did not know where he was when he was 16 years old. O tempora, O mores! Lie of the worn truth!
2. Croatia in the EU, while Euro-skepticism like tsunami goes around that beautiful country. They do not realize, poor ones, that here is just the Great Hall of Globalism. Namely, that the EU is nothing, but the final incarnation of Orwell’s vision of the world. And we do not complain.
3. Bosnia and Herzegovina even after twelve months from the elections it still does not have a proper government. Sorry, there is one, but a truncated one. And for us, the poor ones, it does not matter because both — within the government and without — there is no difference. Poverty, pain and the melting of a state. Ah, what Republic that used to be!
4. Macedonia cannot even use its name. She is the Former Yugoslav Republic of Macedonia. I swear to Greek!
5. Montenegro is a country ruled by Milo Đukanovic. The people call him a Chameleon — Of adaptability: Communist, Nationalist, Jingo, Liberal – 4 in the 1. He is stronger than Ness coffee – 3 in 1.
6. Slovenia lives much worse than it was before entering the European Union. But, for poor one, Brussels doesn’t hear this!
7. Finally, the issue of Kosovo. It is a state, outside of Serbia. But if it is a state, then ask Serbia? Obviously, poor ones, neither of them cannot get together with each other. So why then do they not restrict it? It cannot be, poor ones, because who is going to do that?
Last, but not least, misery here is not nonsense, yet it is a basic postulate of living.
Because, if there is no misery, fools could not rule and manipulate with tens of millions of wretches, nor argue or fuss and truly be the miserable ones, but after the elections, instead of enjoying themselves in misery. Indeed, one question, which I address first to myself, and then to you, dear reader, is inevitable:
“Is there anything we can do to make us feel better? We cannot! For what reason? Due to the surplus of history!”
Hypocrisy Uber Üllés
When you cannot look into the personalities who yell loudly … enough … louder that cannot be, as we ought to live this little quantity of years in front of us that remains quietly and without objections towards invertebrates of the spirit that controls earthly efforts of the souls. Mine.
When you cannot feel sorry for, and you do not hate, the callousness of fellow writers … who awards named by antifascist author to exactly the fascist authors. To emphasize, because of the gray home which is called life.
When you see that white is white and that cannot be whiter. And black has lost inwardly its meaningless suggestions. South-East Europe, your awakening will never happen, because you have never fallen asleep.
When you cry over the graves of the local princess while the hope is vanishing that she will, perhaps, one day, be resurrected and hand over the happiness, whatever it is.
When on the funeral of your dear friend, the poet and master of the short story, Samir Tahirović, the good soul from Donji Vakuf (Bosnia and Herzegovina), you meet former communists who worship towards the imaginary friend for adults … the same people who twenty-five years ago were arrested for salaams in public places. But who you are to judge?
When you know you’ve left a mark. Still just waiting the future Indiana Jones, while using a thin, dry brush, to clean up traces of the soul and reveal the future. Not yours, as you said, that left a mark, on your soul.
When you see that, however, you survive, selling your own products to get through each month. And those products, of the moment when they get into the hands of potential customers, become part of their sincerity. At least that is something you surely have.
When the bearded man with short pants no longer swoops in and just using words and threatens the faith of your ancestors. They are pulling out the rifles. The Great Ape has not been announced yet with the decision to cut them off!
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