Hate

Blue zones are regions in the world where centenarians live. The term first appeared in 2005 in National Geography, in an article titled "The Secret of Longevity." There are five blue zones: Okinawa (Japan), Sardinia (Italy), Nicoya (Costa Rica), Ikaria (Greece) and Loma Linda (California, USA). It was also determined why people in those regions live, on average, significantly longer than in the rest of the world.

In short, a good climate, living in harmony with nature, but also without the pressure related to earnings and competition, on that basis, with others, is important for longevity. Long-term friendships and a strong sense of belonging to the community are also important. Of course, food from local resources (fish, meat, vegetables) and wine from our own vineyards. Physical activity goes without saying.

With luck, Montenegro could also be recognized for the longevity of its citizens. We could fulfill almost all the conditions, I'm just skeptical about friendship (we extinguish them easily) and especially about the "feeling of belonging to the community".

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It is with a heavy heart that I have to admit that too much hatred has spread across Montenegro. The man simply shuddered from the comments on social networks. The anonymous (and illiterate) are leading the way.

I don't want to add fuel to the fire with any sentence. And so I become an unwilling accomplice to the one who fanned that fire for 30 years, sometimes just by blowing into the fire, and sometimes, like these days, with a little or more gasoline to ignite the fire.

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I dream of the day when I won't know, nor will I be interested, neither who is the prime minister nor who is the minister of justice.

Hand on heart, and now it's pretty much a secondary thing in my life.

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I never liked the wind, unlike the rain. And now the wind brings it back to me (hate is remembered longer than love). As soon as it comes up, my sinuses sizzle. I don't have to look outside in the morning, I know what the weather is like by my breathing.

But the time has come for me to cheer for the wind. Only then (and when it's raining, of course) do I not feel guilty for not taking off my pajamas and staying in the apartment all day.

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Enes Halilović's novel "People without graves" was in the shortlist for last year's Nino Award. But Basara's "Kontraendorphin" won the award. I read both novels and my first thought was that Halilović was wronged. His book does not let go of his hands.

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80 years ago, on April 13, 1941, in Sarajevo, Bojana protected her four-year-old son with her body, who was the only one who came out alive from the house hit by a German bomb. She was only 28 years old. To that woman with a gentle, spiritual character, I owe thanks that, decades later, I spent many beautiful hours with the novels "Notes of One Anna", "Foliranti", "Provincial", "Ada", "Green choja of Montenegro" and all the other books of the immortal Momčil Moma Kapora (Sarajevo, April 8, 1937 – Belgrade, March 3, 2010).

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From Bar Tales 3:

KV

One of the many administrative reforms on school preparation found Mić Živković, an excellent lawyer, in the position of head of the legal department of the Medical Center. It happened that on the basis of it, the driver at the hospital, Ismet N. instead of VK (highly qualified) the work book now read KV (qualified). As a result, his salary was reduced.

Ismet was of course angry about that, but he kept quiet. And waited.

One winter day, when, as Barani would say, a dog and a cat were sleeping together, Ismet was given the task of driving Mić to Titograd, for a trial.

They set off, the car warmed up, the atmosphere pleasant, they chat. But when they climbed the Paštrovačka Gora, which was under snow and ice, and as always dangerous to drive, Ismet stopped the car and raised the manual.

"What is it, sea, Istmet, go, we will be late for the trial?"

"I don't have anything to do with you: KV is driving here, and VK is driving from here, along this road. I'm just KV.”