The sea water on the Bar Riviera is sanitary and of good quality for swimming and recreation. This was announced after measurements were taken on July 8 and 9 at ten public swimming pools in Bar. The quality of the water is, in fact, first class. It was confirmed once again that every evil has its own good. If the ships, like in the past, were waiting in a column in the port of Bar, we would quickly be reminded of our childhood and swimming on the city beach under the parapet or on Žukotrlica, when we would regularly return home covered in tar and get "coteka".
* * * Stray dogs in Bar represent a problem that everyone somehow turns a blind eye to. And that problem will not be solved until more and more numerous and, in packs, more and more aggressive dogs eat and seriously injure some girl or boy. Then we will be shocked and, rejecting our guilt, we will ask in wonder: "How could this happen?!" Since the New Year, more than a hundred stray dog bites have been recorded in Bar. In June alone, dogs attacked 23 people, say the emergency services (or were provoked to attack, anyway). In "Communal" they say that dogs are not in their jurisdiction. And even if they were, they wouldn't know what to do with them, because there is no shelter or asylum in Bar to accommodate them. Barani themselves are mostly to blame for such a large number of dogs on the streets of Bar. While love is blooming, you mustn't look at their pet with a frown, and when they get bored, they drive him behind the Ćafa tunnel, towards Ulcinj, and without any sentimentality let him fend for himself. That's why there are purebred dogs among the lake strays. According to the Law on the Protection of Animal Welfare, all municipalities in Montenegro were obliged to build an asylum on their territory by 2010, but mostly nothing came of it. Here is the first challenge for the new Bar local administration.
* * * Everyone thinks he doesn't need more brains than he has. And honesty, of course. But he cannot know how his neighbors and relatives, colleagues at work, acquaintances and strangers see him. That image is always different from the one that man has created about himself. Understandably, in a negative sense. It used to be known in Bar who was from which family. Or was it just assumed that it was known, who will know? In general, some Aries were said to be from a virtuous and peaceful family, others from a treacherous and thieving family, others from a quarrelsome and violent family, others from an intellectual family, others from a family from Skorojevic, etc. And there was a great possibility that the heirs would be like their ancestors. There were exceptions, but the family sign followed them like the moon. He brought undeserved privileges to some, and undeserved inconvenience to others. Today, all that is irrelevant. It doesn't matter what your ancestors were like and what you are like. The only thing that matters is whether you have money or not!
* * * The action takes place on a hot July eve in a busy street in the center of Bar. Two "Audis" meet each other at breakneck speed and stop a few centimeters away, with screeching tires. Four young men each jump out of both vehicles and energetically start to meet each other. Tajac in nearby cafes. The hands are raised up and when the palms are at the height of the head, there is a loud clash of fists and hugs. "Where are you, brother?" "Where are you, brother?" "See you." "See you." Just as energetically, the young men got back into their vehicles and drove away with a new squeal of tires. Only then did the characters in the cafes, who looked as if someone pressed "pause" on the remote control, unfreeze and continued chatting as if nothing had happened. Conclusion: some things, obviously, are not as they seem at first glance or "from love to hate we are only one step away" (Đ. Marjanović).
* * * In the first or second high school, I don't remember anymore, we had Kafka's "The Process" as reading material. I started the story of Jozef K several times, but I didn't get past the tenth page. A novel without administrative speech, new lines and chapters separated by at least one page, for me, at that time, was equal to the most boring civil protection meeting. And when the Serbo-Croatian teacher Zagorka Vuković asked me if I had read "The Process" I answered, twice, that I had not. Since the professor did not give up, and she had the will to give me a "five", I lied for the third time that I had read Kafka's novel. I think that the professor also "read" me, but she didn't want to put me in an unpleasant situation in front of the class and check my words. She asked again, "So you've read 'The Process'?" - "I have!" And that was the end of it. And I read "Proces" these days, almost forty years later, and that "from a drink". In my time, the grade in the Serbo-Croatian language, especially the written one written in red, had the greatest specific weight. All other evaluations were based on it. Today, it seems to me, the most "asked" is mathematics. Unsullied. There are no math problems that are more important than literacy. And there is no such task, in any field, not only mathematics, that you will solve if you do not read and understand it properly.
* * * And the current story about education is painful and shows that our country is in a terrible crisis. According to the results of the PISA tests, we are at the bottom of Europe. In Bar alone, they say, there are six faculties (if, in the meantime, another one has not been opened). Evening schools used to be more difficult to finish than today's colleges. The worst students quickly (!) become masters and doctors of science. They are not motivated by scientific research nerve, but by vanity. Nevertheless, we are making progress: in the nineties, the amount of gold around the neck was a status symbol, today it is an academic title. If we want to heal the country, we have to heal the education system.
* * * On the territory of the former Yugoslavia, nationalisms left a wasteland, moral and material. Somewhere, that nationalism still exists, but I am convinced that it is slowly waning even in the toughest environments. For example, the Croats tried, then gave up, to introduce new words into their language. However, some patriots on official duty in Montenegro do not give up this futile work. It seems to me that the cause of their stubbornness lies, first of all, in some trauma they suffered in their "childhood".
* * * There are two Kemal M. songs on the stage here. The first one's songs, such as "Dušo moja" and "Napiši edeni ljubavna", often made me "sad, unhappy". I didn't even know about the second one until recently. I don't listen to so-called nasal folk. Except when I'm under the influence of a villain. One of his songs, the other night, came out of nowhere into a relaxed atmosphere and now, for several days, while I'm walking, I've been humming: "You told me you don't like winter..." To the amazement of my ladies.
* * * "Fear the ram, fear the shit, and when will I live?" ("Fortress", M. Selimović)
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