Jagoš Marković, the theater director, left suddenly. Now I know that he will never direct "Marpukinica" in Bar.
Once we "shot" from Bar to Belgrade, just to watch Jagoš's "Hasanaginica" on the fifth floor of the National Theater. The late Marinko Madžgalj was Hasan-aga. Excellent, as well as the whole performance, as well as everything that the Podgorica rhapsody, brilliant imagination and wonderful energy did on the stage.
At the end of Tivat's "Purgatory", on August 31, we were among several hundred people at Jagoš's last public performance. He was happy about the award, charming, playful.
The actors bid him a dignified farewell in Belgrade, except for the applause on stage. Applause at the commemoration, even in the theater, may be possible, but at the cemetery, where the dead speak, where sadness and silence reign, it simply does not work.
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It is up to journalists and writers to write the truth and affirm true life values and good people. To young people who are involved in everyday life with "half a brain", someone must persistently explain that honesty and thievery, honor and immorality, education and "getting by" are not the same, nor will they ever be.
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I watch as children from the elementary school across the street, on their big break, run in the rain, bareheaded, in short-sleeved T-shirts, to buy a snack. They come back completely wet. Just a few minutes later, the rain stops and some other children, in no hurry, go to get their meal.
From a young age, we lack patience, and so it usually lasts until old age, because it's in our genes. And it was in vain that our parents told us: "Patient - saved", they were no better than us either.
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My sense of smell has been "not working" for years. In spring, when nature wakes up and everything smells, it's a big handicap, in summer, when you can "hear" people, it's a great gift.
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I thought I couldn't sleep without a mobile phone. Then I read that France banned the sale of the iPhone 12 due to excessive radiation.
Since then, my iPhone 12 has been sleeping in the living room.
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Is it nice to have a friend for whom our elders would say: "One mother cannot give birth to everything".
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We spent only four days and three nights, in the middle of September, in our summer oasis in Podbišće, in "Eco village Ćorić". In the midst of the hustle and bustle of life's doubts, rethinking, upcoming commitments and partings... we in Podbišće felt at peace, confident in ourselves and everything to come.
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In a cafe, in Mojkovac, at the foot of Sinjajevina and Bjelasica, which are abundant with herbs, we drank tea in a bag from Croatia, with honey from Serbia. In the shops, red apples were dawning - imported from Poland, and in Podbišće and the entire north of Montenegro, juicy and, as Soćo from "Hot Wind" would say - unsprayed apples, rotten, because no one will pick them.
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Chests of drawers, closets, shoe cabinets were emptied... Out of seven, two toothbrushes remained. Tin, in a circle of smoke, would say: there, there to travel, there, there to mourn.
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On Saturday, October 7, at Bar Info, we continue the "Bar in the Halls of Memory" series. And this one will last a year. I was a bit skeptical about the first one, I wasn't sure I would find 52 authors. I was mistaken: Barani were happy, with love and respect, to write about their city and their fellow citizens who are no longer there.
I believe that this series, with new authors, will be at least equal to the first one.
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