International Labor Day is celebrated in memory of May 1, 1886, when tens of thousands of workers took to the streets in Chicago, USA, demanding better working conditions and the consistent application of the eight-hour working time. Due to the brutal reaction of the authorities and employers, and then a series of victims, the protest became a kind of symbol of the struggle for the rights of the disenfranchised.
In the (self-proclaimed) most advanced countries of the world, America and Great Britain, this date is not celebrated, May 1 is a working day, like any other. Americans have Labor Day on the first Monday in September, and the British don't work for May 1st, only if it falls on the first Monday in May, so it coincides with the "May Bank Holiday".
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The Communal Police threatened to file misdemeanor charges against fellow citizens who intend to burn car tires on the eve of May Day. They also said that they will visit locations where, traditionally, May Day fires are lit.
Despite that, on the night before May Day, the bar was suffocating in unpleasant, thick, black smoke from various sides. It arrived from two locations in the Macedonian settlement, from Velembus, Sokolana and from Volujica.
Firefighters intervened successfully, although in one place children blocked their access to the fire with their bodies!?
Our children, it seems, only inherit a bad tradition and, if necessary, fight to maintain it with a "living wall".
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We jumped directly from winter into summer, there are no more beautiful seasons, spring and autumn. Instead of him, time adapted to us, polarized to the point of meaninglessness: only winter - only summer, only patriots - only traitors (depending on which side you look at)...
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It's a pity that those who put up billboards in Bar's "linden street" were not born at the beginning of the twentieth century. Because, during the Second World War, they would have been in full force and would have been, I believe, great illegals - there is no such force that would force them to admit anything, especially their own mistake. Billboards are placed in the right place and - period.
One of the bar's true intellectuals told me: "Please, don't write about billboards and lime trees anymore."
"Why?"
"They will cut down the lime trees!"
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From the turn for the Sozina tunnel, at the exit from Sutomore, to the intersection that leads to Paštrovačka gora on the left, and to Virpazar on the right, 23 (!) billboards with the image and work of the future president of Montenegro have been installed. I'm still somehow coping with the character, but I can't do it at all with the work. Because, while reading what M. Đ. deserved or that thank you note "Dear Barana and Baranka..." my steering wheel always goes sideways.
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The upcoming local elections in Bar are for the average citizen like a dark vilayet: if he does not get involved politically, he will regret it, if he gets involved, he will regret it. Only, I think that in this second version, he will regret a little more.
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To my son-in-law Vladimir, who will have a promotion of his excellent debut novel "Silencio" at the Book Fair in Podgorica in mid-May, I said a few days ago, when he got married, what D. Radović "whispered" to me a long time ago: "In life, it is enough to just be smart twice: when choosing a profession and a spouse. He who misses both times must be smart all his life."
Judging by Natasha, he did half the work, and we'll see if he got lucky with the doctor's call.
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I'm reading the May Day three issue of "Politika", I'm listening to "Indexes", my hair is coming from the outside, At least it smells like summer... Everything is like before. Or, almost everything...
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