Loud Anger and Quiet Course in Novi Sad: Sevnuli are cops of Pendrese and Spraying Pepper Spray – Personal views

Thursday 24 April

The day goes in the comments of exciting moments last night’s representation of the book of the shadow of remembrance 2 in Prometheus ZDANJA in Miletićeva Street, one of the oldest in Novi Sad. Zoran Kolundžija Publisher and owner, traditionally superior host, was an inspired leader this time. Colleagues Bob Antonic and Zoran Strika, although in the generational gap, but in a strong « machine step » of the best journalism, were preserved and present in the audience for critical engagement. Unusual for the classic notion of literary promotions. What to do then the author, Sam to proudly enjoy? And, I did!

Friday 25 April

With painful wounds of the last-winner tragedy, Novi Sad is still in silent grieving and an unskilled loud eye, but it is also increasingly in various occasions, and a centripetal point around which is unstoppable the rebuilded youth of Serbia. Today, a group of relay ultramaratats – from the places of the sad unforgettable, as the newly developed newly called (will they ever again?) His railway station – ran the road Brussels.

In 18 days, through five countries, two thousand kilometers, will record 16 students, four female students and one graduate. At the end, they will try to awaken the European bureaucracy and informs what happens in the country whose regime often uncritically supported. In the Calm Day, Dobrussus (J) Edski, in Osijek. Tomorrow, with the support of Severina, regional singing stars, « win » Virovitica.

And in the evening it is at the crossroads near the Futor Market – Bescribed probably the most famous market toponym in Serbia – high school courage, will, knowledge and beauty arrived. Pee! From Valjevo, Loznica, Sabac, Belgrade, Zrenjanin, Bačka Palnke … colorfully colored wardrobe, in a thousand shades of only one color. Paints of vaping desired changes. The colors of better life. Whoever does not understand, murder glasses of colored glasses, illiterate and semi-basics « ficishes » full of cabins, numerous security, (pot) purchased media and journalists, loyal beards and mantles, Kamara Tikunski novats … Makes! Mladost nobody ever, beaten.

Sunday 27.april

I was supposed to start the morning extremely common, with the TV and news from the N1 channel. Oops! I was wrongly pressed the button on the steering wheel and something that looks like a television program appeared on the screen. Something indescribably shark. I won’t even mention the name of it. I’m going to the steering wheel on the channel forward or back, and frightened: N1! Anger calmed down, but it was proving me tide of memories.

Thirty years ago in the building I lived in, a television cable was introduced. First in Novi Sad!

I think the provider called NS Cabel. The owners of the owners were changed, for both of the companies and the names of companies. Satisfied with the offer, my family followed them in various new addresses. It was important to us to watch Studio B, B92, BK, sometimes television politics. Even during the bombing, we found programs broadcast from closer or further European television centers and thus found what was happening to us in his own country.

Thus while – after various sales transactions – our cable provider has not received SBB name. On several hundred programs, there was everything and everything. What do you soul like: from top domestic and world information programs, quality sports, entertainment, exceptional film offers … plus several « journalistic » facilities, professionally neglected like closes in the garden behind road mechanics. That wasn’t interested in me. But it is the occurrence of N1 first, and then new S. Two information programs I follow every day and I am mostly satisfied.

To go back to this morning’s torment. Everything was a consequence of the recent most ordinary trade. In order to say the people in our southerly: « Love for love, cashing for money. » The seller was the company SBB, and the customer, until then, disrupted her competitor, Model Telekom. And we know, again by the people: « Whose sheep and Meadow. »

In addition to the rest, the new owner decided that television programs that I did not look at the top 18 (SAM numbers 8 and 10) by then. I am three, to be precise, but very, very sporadic.
They are all – more or less bare – Mode propaganda services. For my eyes and ears unbearable.
After thirty years of loyalty to cable providers of different names, what is SBB to me …

Monday 28. Arpril

50 years ago, the Faculty of Sports and Physical Education was established. The newly developed was called Dif. Among the first lecturers were my several years of older friends: Ale Aleksic, Rule Ruškuc, Ziga Šašić, Mika Radosav, Miša Tumin … Great Novi Sad athletes. Our Diffusci.

I wasn’t there about thirty years, since the time we were in the beautiful hall, played a good little football. A wonderful memory.

I was in front of the faculty building today. Nonadly, after I saw N1 news journalist « atomizes » someone character. Dean! The first in the history of Serbian universities called the team of intervention police and gendarmes to « scatter » students in the blockade, and to allow him to « right to work. »

And to be implemented « online teaching. » How? Students, like, stare in a computer or smartphone and on « dry » exercise reel forward and back, concrete, two-character, skille, crochet, an aperkat … a colossal example of a dull revolution. And? So who is « Lača Mati », the following is expected: they sevnuli is the cops and spraying pepper spray on the face of students, journalists and citizens with in Vis raised hands. Thirty sadistically injured, and many hundreds of offended newly developed.
Well, this goes directly to the ugly memory. DUGOOO …

Wednesday 30. April

The last time my fellow citizens were so frequent on the streets of even that deceptive flight. Ninth in July, the group arrived in Novi Sad – as the gathering was officially called – Serbs and Montenegrins from Kosovo. They wanted to seek understanding because of their endangered position, so help from Vojvodina political leadership. Why in Novi Sad, not in Belgrade? Interesting. For decades, they only said about Serbs, no longer and Montenegrins. Where did Montenegrins lost in the meantime?

The unpurpose struggle for political power, was actually schamaged in a well directed presention of Milosevic’s thickets. A mixture of real and possible, truth and lies, manipulation and cruel reality. David Lynch would invade them.
It boiled for the next months in Novi Sad. And so until 6. October when the punchern fists of Milosevic’s Horde, at the Novi Sad streets of sloping from spilled yogurt, abducted the legitimate elected government. The evil then won.

These were not my first demonstrations. In the fall of 1953. During the « Trsician crisis, » I was with my parents in the long past column. Although six-year-old, I clearly remember the shouted slogans like « Trieste is ours ». Even more « Pela on the Bander ». (The Italian president was then Juzepe Pela, the main culprit for the heap « of our » Trieste.)

And the scene, forever, recorded in my memory: a large canvas doll – that hated pelle – which hung on a rope, protesters set fire to. Vauuu!

Memories are the most thankless human sensation. Sign off suddenly, uninvited, from the depths of our (non) conscious lagums. Are often unreliable. She is especially ugly. But they know that in summoning the past, we recognize the present. I am this day. Inserved!

The author is a journalist and publicist from Novi Sad

The author’s attitudes in the dialogue not necessarily reflect the editorial policy of Danas.