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Just as the DPS, with its "patriotism", distanced us from everything Montenegrin that we were once proud of (manhood, heroism...), so the current government, with quarrels and skirmishes, is increasingly making the long-awaited victory over the DPS meaningless.

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As things unfold both in Montenegro and in the world, therefore, on a local and global level, I am afraid that one day these COVID days will be the "good old days".

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There are people who simply do not allow you to join the conversation because of their logorehic, and you find yourself "excusing yourself".

It is important for them to shoot their own. You follow them for some time and try to interrupt, in order to follow up or communicate some impression of yours, but as you fail several times, you gradually disconnect from the conversation.

You continue to look the interlocutor in the eyes, make a smart, understanding face, occasionally nod, but you don't hear him, nor are you touched by whatever he says.

You don't react even when he pauses, because he expects an answer to the question he asked you. But one "that's right" or "you're right" is enough for him to continue where he left off. At the end, he sends you off with the obligatory: "Well, we had a nice chat."

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This does not apply to those with whom I speak regularly on the phone and occasionally meet for coffee, none of whom are under 80 years old. It's true friendship, because no one asks anything from the other - they expect me to listen to them and write something down, and I to hear anything smart from them.

Recently, one of them, Dr. Ljubo Živković, told me: "If you want to know something about a woman, just meet her husband and you will know everything about her. And vice versa." We discussed this a bit, but not about the doctor's other theory: "Be sure that what you think about a man, good or bad, is what he thinks about you!"

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I am glad that Milka Tadić Mijović is a candidate for the ambassador of Montenegro in Washington. I am convinced that the world would be a much better place if measured, perceptive and energetic women asked more questions. I would also like Vanja Ćalović to be a candidate for the government in the next presidential elections. And behind every successful woman there is a successful man, says the anecdote from the heart of London:

One day, the Churchills were walking in a posh neighborhood. People greeted them and exchanged a few words with the prime minister. But the street sweeper gave special greetings to Mrs. Churchill, and the two remained for some time aside in conversation.

Churchill then asked his wife what she had been talking about with the street sweeper for so long.

"Oh… he had a crush on me once upon a time."

"So if you'd married him, you'd be a street sweeper's wife today."

Mrs. Churchill looked at her husband in astonishment and uttered the famous line:

"No, my dear, if I had married him, he would be prime minister today!"

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I'm not sure the toothpaste manufacturers fill those tubes more than halfway. I somehow always like the bent tube from which I extract the paste as hard as Marko Kraljević water from the dry dogwood. But it lasts me a long time, days, until my thumb turns blue from pressing.

I have a hunch, and I don't want to admit it, that the matter is simple: the housemates unfailingly, without risk, play on my proverbial frugality and the fact that I don't throw anything away until I have to...

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Every reverse I drive is risky. I never knew how to look in the left and right rear-view mirror, instead I turned around, and the children were theatrically lying down in the back seat. Now my neck works halfway, so I can see half the road. It's a matter of time when it will be like the bar one: Jot, jot, jot... boom... dota!