The finale of the "Bar Chronicle" brought the group "Makadam" to the Summer Stage of the House of Culture, who with their performance seemed, as Leso would say, to have come straight from their youth. It was a "one man show": Mirsad Serhatlić is like old wine, charming and controlled confused like Woody Allen. And it was as if Podgorica's Stara varoš had descended on us, in the best tradition, all with Ksenija C, Dimitrije Bata R, Zoran K... And what can we say about the new vocalist of "Makadama", Milica Kaluđerović Kosić, a moving feast for the ears and eyes...
The beautiful evening was rounded off by the bar forces, led by Ivan from "Grimm".
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I miss "Ljetopis", because it implies the possibility of choice. I go out on a sultry night and think about whether I should go to a concert, a literary evening, a painting exhibition, a theater performance, an open-air cinema... It's true, I often go where I always go - to the lighthouse, but I could choose. And that's already something. If I were from Podgorica, I would choose the taller one rather than the shorter one. Because everyone is attacking him and he suddenly became nice to me. Although I don't trust him (excessively) either.
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The first time I went towards the closed glass door with my head and not my hand, I got a bruise on my forehead. Fortunately, the cap softened the blow and everything passed without consequence. And no one saw it, because if they had, it would have hurt me a lot more.
It always hurts more when others see and enjoy or just laugh.
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The main tourist season is over. Restaurateurs complain that guests spent poorly. They say they ordered one pizza and five glasses of water. I didn't attend such an event, but it seems to me that the Bar riviera is really visited by those who have saved up money for two weeks at sea and carefully consider how to spend it.
Since the breakup of Yugoslavia, little has been built in Montenegro. If it weren't for the Sozina tunnel and the Princess Ksenija highway, the balance would be around zero.
One of the limiting factors of bar tourism is the so-called road infrastructure. From the Ćafe tunnel towards Ulcinj to the Sozina tunnel towards Podgorica, kilometer-long columns are often made. Simply, the roads in the municipality of Bar cannot accommodate the enormously increased number of cars.
At the entrance or exit of many million-dollar cities in the world, you have five or six lanes at your disposal in one direction, and again there are hours of traffic jams. But people are patient and wait without sirens and nervousness. We also have to learn patience.
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I have made almost all lasting friendships through chess. Chess players are like members of a sect, devoted to each other and to their (ancient) game. But no one has ever been able to define its essence.
When the former world champion, the great Mihail Botvinik, was asked if he played chess for pleasure, he replied that he did it without any pleasure. The other day, at the celebration of his 86th birthday, an old doctor, by the way, an internmaster, said that in his life chess was the greatest creative torment.
Maybe because I didn't play it even at a master level, chess was and remains pure pleasure for me, like these days when I play "cuger" with people from all over the world for three minutes, on a laptop, and pass the long, steamy, sticky summer...
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Sailors players pay the price of playing six games in Europe. In five games in this year's championship of Montenegro, they scored two goals and won only one point. And the audience is bigger than ever. Against Buducnosti, the western stand was packed. It is the last oasis of Aries in Bar. We all know each other there and we all, from the heart, with love, cheer for the blue colors of the Sailors, for which generations of Barans have cheered for a whole century.
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It was necessary to have the guts to release the album "Njihovi dani" in 1996, during the undisputed rule of the married couple. Bora Đorđević published it under his own name, not wanting to harm the "Fish Soup". Of course, when he came to power, after the victory of Koštunica, he was no longer the old, rebellious and lucid man, Bora Čorba, the author of the evergreen "Doll from the front page", "How nice it is to be stupid", "Look at the home your angel", then "Rekla je", "Two dinars, friend", "Good morning" and other all-time hits from the eighties of the last century.
And the magic began on September 11, 1979, when "Riblja chorba" released their first album "Bone in the Throat", which I played so many times in my student room in Blok 70, in New Belgrade, that in the end I felt sick , especially from the songs that have been listened to countless times: "Rock and roll for house advice" and "Stay rubbish until the end".
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In Montenegro, there are many soft and good people who respond quickly and somewhat impetuously. Well, it looks like they are constantly arguing with someone. This applies especially to coastal areas.
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