All claims that the majority of the marches are the enemies of Montenegro and its statehood, the Greater Serbian nationalists, misled and manipulated, as well as that they are politically motivated, fall into the water in the face of the truth that the marches will stop the moment the Law on Freedom of Religion is withdrawn.
What is the secret of the abundance of lithium, unexpected for everyone? In that they are translated by those who are the exact opposite of our politicians, such as the rector of the Cetinje seminary, Gojko Perović, or the parish priest of Bar, Slobodan Zeković, people immune to arrogance, arrogance, avarice, nepotism, greed, arrogance...
For, it seems, the only possible outcome of lithium is of vital importance and that they are not "defended" by Zlatibori, Vulini and other couriers and informers.
The DPS leader seems to have overplayed his game for the first time in his political career. Usually, after his harsh comments and warnings about the alleged threat to the state, the enthusiasm of the Protestants was appalled. Now it increases after each of his public appearances. Either he no longer has the power to convince people of what he is saying or he has touched where people are most sensitive. He managed to bring the apathetic and resigned, observers and abstainers to the street...
He may have called for a higher than ever turnout for the fall elections.
As the leader of the DPS, he can act as he wants, but as the President of Montenegro, he is obliged to calm the tension in the country in a prudent and conciliatory manner as soon as possible.
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The tragic fate of the girl who saddened and left the entire Bar without air on January 31 is probably enough of a warning that an iron fence must be erected on the Boulevard of the Petrović dynasty that no one will be able to break through. Patching holes in the existing one would be a waste of work.
At first there would be grumbling, but we would all quickly get used to crossing the boulevard at one of the two traffic lights, at the Municipality building or at the Three Towers or at the roundabout, down towards the Railway Station.
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In the sea of bad news, one potentially good news went almost unnoticed: the road through Sutorman was declared, by the decision of the Government of Montenegro, to be regional, which means that the state will take care of it.
Since the construction of the Sozina tunnel, the road connecting Bar with Virpazar via Sutorman has been completely neglected. Every heavy rain causes landslides, torrents and half of the roadway. Frequent repairs, they say, cost the municipality of Bar a lot, but every new storm takes its toll. And that road is the only connection between Tuđemil and the surrounding villages with Bar. The opening of the Sozina tunnel marginalized this area and Sutorman.
And it shouldn't be like that. Sutorman is an exceptional picnic spot. It is ten kilometers from the center of Bar, from the sea coast. The altitude at the pass where the Children's Resort was located and from where the road begins to descend towards Virpazar and Lake Skadar is 805 meters. In previous winters, for many Barans and their children, even this neglected Sutorman was equal to Durmitor and Kopaonik.
In the former children's resort, which has long been turned into a ruin, the little ones from Bar spent their holidays and weekends, looking forward to the School in nature. There were proposals to make the Resort a scientific research station for the most talented children from Montenegro and the surrounding area, something like Petnica near Valjevo. It was also said that the narrow-gauge railway across Sutorman will be restored as one of the biggest tourist attractions in this part of Europe.
None of that.
And Sutorman, proud and ecstatic, will stand where he is now for a thousand years. I guess some new generations will know to take from it what it selflessly offers - untouched nature, with many sources.
A glimmer of hope that this could happen for our zeman is this decision that the road through Sutorman gets the status of a road of regional importance.
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These days, there are many beggars in front of bar stores (various mini, maxi, super, mega and other markets). Now there are so many of them that I don't believe that they are all doing well, and once one of them, who was begging in front of the "Dragstor" of the late R. Ičević, "earned" a quarter of my salary per day.
I have seen such a concentration of those with outstretched hands only in Moscow, in May 1992, where I attended the Congress of Slovenian Literacy and Culture with poet Petar Đuranović and journalist Slavko Šepić, on behalf of the Montenegrin-Russian Friendship Society. Peter wanted to give to every beggar. We begged him to save money in vain. His love for Russia was so great that he was embarrassed to see so many beggars on the streets of its capital, so, handing them clothes, he said: "Come on, go, buy bread, don't spoil Russia!"
And they really did go to the store, but for vodka.
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An Indian proverb says that everything passes and nothing belongs to us: family, wife, children, our body and our wealth. So what is ours? Our good and bad deeds. Everyone must keep this in mind, both those whose time has lasted for three decades and those whose time is yet to come.
Those two words, "everything passes", that simple thought about the transience of life, is a source of infinite sadness, but also infinite comfort.
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For God's sake, was there a time before cell phones?
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I'm half dead since the "chesscube" site doesn't exist. Now instead of playing chess, I'm punching balloons...
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