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There are relatively few citizens of Podgorica at the civil protests in Podgorica. Podgorica is a bastion of the government. There are ministries, embassies, headquarters and representative offices of various companies, banks, universities, numerous primary and secondary schools, cultural institutions, important sports clubs... Everyone who works in them, especially if they are in management positions, earns well.

It goes without saying that they have a party card. They do not see other people's misery from their good. And there are two kinds of them. Some keep their heads down, others upright, because they have convinced themselves that they don't see what they see. When the former raise their heads, and the latter sharpen their vision, the dawn will dawn for everyone in this small, beautiful, rich country.

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I've found myself telling people the same things over and over that I know they'll like. At the beginning, they mumble "you told me that", but you can see that they are glad to hear a nice word for themselves or their loved ones again.

It's easy for me for them, but I don't know what motivates me to "speak beautifully" out of pure peace.

If it's not age...

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I have good and bad infrastructure news.

The intersection on the Boulevard was reconstructed. The green light for pedestrians near the Three Towers lasts much longer, and now even the elderly Barani can comfortably cross the street.

A ramp has been installed in front of the Health Center. There is no parking nearby and vehicles are studded on the sidewalk. Considering that on the other side there is a fence from the unfinished Post Office building, that narrow street is very risky, both for pedestrians and for drivers.

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There are still many Russians in Bar. I love to hear their melodious speech.

But, Russian women are easily known without speaking. When their child crashes in the middle of the asphalt, they just look at him and let him pick himself up.

When, a long time ago, Nadja fell down at the cafe-bar "Planet" and cried, I hit my head with my fists with all my might.

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Our standard has risen. You can see it in the socks.

My mother once told me: "How big are your toenails, you could plow with them!". Then, because of the intense race, I didn't have time to cut them regularly. It's been a while, I can't bend down, and I can't see them well, they're far away. And they always got holes in my socks, although my mother used to mend them, now we throw them in the trash and buy new ones.

It is possible.

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Through the site chesscube.com I play fast-moving games with the white world. In those games, I also face less correct players. Usually behind their name is the Montenegrin flag or the flag of one of the surrounding countries. Among the greatest gentlemen are the Pakistanis (it would be a great tragedy to go to war with the Indians, for both countries!).

I know, of course, that other online chess players have different experiences.

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Chess in Montenegro seems to be dying. The chess players themselves help him a little, a little more those who institutionally play sports, because they have no respect for the ancient game, nor for the people who raised and promoted it. Like grandmaster Božidar Ivanović, one of the best players of Yugoslavia at one time, the second chess power in the world.

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When I came back from America, they first asked me how it was.

"Nice - I said - only the Americans are 30 years behind us."

"How that?"

"It's still a good life there."

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Usual Saturday afternoon at "Optica Rakočević". The clouds have descended, it smells like rain, no one is talking, only a few sighs are heard, deep like those of an asthmatic. That's how two women come across. By their appearance and gait, it would be said that they have stepped into the seventh decade. They stop to say goodbye right in front of the opticians.

"How are you?"

"No way!"

"What on earth?"

"Now he 'throws' me in Birmingham for 105 euros."

The flu epidemic may have passed us by, but the betting epidemic is taking off.

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Asks Dejo V. godmother Raja Ć:

"How old are you in retirement?"

"It's been six months."

"Is it, for God's sake?"

"Yes, by God."

"Well, of course he still spent that much."

"Thank you, godfather… Wait, how…?"

Laughter.

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The renovation of the park in the gymnasium yard has not yet begun.

"Cepressari" watching!