"Somewhere around the beginning of the 17th century - writes Meša Selimović - my distant ancestor Vujović from Vranjska (a small brotherhood on the border of Montenegro and Herzegovina), gathered his sons around him, there were nine of them, so they agreed that two of them would accept the enemy's religion , to defend other brothers and relatives...
And what the ancestral council envisioned happened, so two brothers, one Selimović, one Ovčina, defended their brothers and cousins, remembering for generations that they were relatives. When relatives began to neglect, then to forget, then to despise, and when the family bond was completely destroyed, it is difficult to say: it is a part of our difficult and unexamined history. The former desire to help relatives slowly turned into black hatred... And not even two hundred years have passed, and Selimović and Vujović no longer even knew that they were of the same blood, and perhaps they tried to forget and hide it as soon as possible."
Not even fifteen years have passed since Montenegro and Serbia separated, "so that both would live better and the brothers would be even closer brothers", and the intolerance between Podgorica and Belgrade is so great that it threatens to forever quarrel the two, by all accounts, the closest nations .
With the fact that here everyone has their own opinion on who first started to "neglect relatives".
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If the government and its apologists, who have a salary of one thousand and a half euros per month, continue to disparage the masses and call those who walk every Thursday and Sunday on the streets of Montenegrin cities with derogatory names, more and more citizens of Montenegro will know the "Our Father" by heart.
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The basic task of the police is to protect public order and peace. There is perfect order and peace on the streets. Thanks to the professional and patient police officers at the intersections. And that cooperation has been working flawlessly for more than two months.
On the other hand, it is also visible to the naked eye that the police, for some reason, significantly reduces the number of citizens in the processions rather than the organizers increase it.
We should once let litija turn into the hall "Topolica" to see if it will be able to fit those "two or three thousand" citizens.
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Both those who are on litias and those who are not, and those who believe in God and those who do not, do not really have much faith in our health system and pray to God that the corona virus bypasses them.
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February didn't look like itself. It was without rain, wind, somehow tame. March seemed to be afraid that he would not be able to be, as is the order, softer and sunnier than his predecessor, so he crept silently, so that no one would see him. And maybe he senses that we don't expect anything good from him: the corona virus is knocking on the door, while the much-desired (and necessary) compromise between the state and the church is not yet in sight.
It is the longest month of the year, it does not have any extenuating circumstances like the other months that have 31 days. I'm afraid this one will take a long time...
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At the beginning of this month (March 3), it was ten years since the death of Moma Kapor. I read almost all of his books, and there were about forty of them. However, with the greatest enthusiasm, it seems to me, I read a novel that he did not write alone but with Zuk Dzumhur: "Green Choya of Montenegro".
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And in the novel "Adresa" Dragan Velikić says "everyday" about every ten pages. Apparently, that's his favorite word. "Adresa" is a good book, but far from "Islednik".
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The most healing place in the world for me is Velika plaža in winter, its peace, vastness and blue infinity...
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I have waterproof shoes for the first time. I struggle with them in vain, the rain is never going to fall.
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Nutritionist Tapija asks:
"How much was your heaviest weight?"
"One hundred and sixty-two."
"Yeah... And how much is the least?"
"Three and nine hundred."
,,Good good…"
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