In the second third of March, the rains began. The kind I love the most, without showers and thunderstorms, without wind. On the King Nikola Promenade, everything is quiet and clean and, what is not negligible – there is no one anywhere. Since the rain is pouring down, I don't need an umbrella, a hood is enough. And I no longer run away from the possibility of getting wet. Why I used to panic about the rain when I was young, I can't figure out... My parents were angry when I came home wet, probably out of habit, because their parents were angry too, who, I suppose, had a reason: their children had no other clothes to wear except for these, and even those were made of material that took a long time to dry. I believe that at that time there was no (unnecessary) fear of a possible cold.
It's possible that I'm writing all this just to cheer up Masha, who goes out with her hair not dried enough, something she "learned" from Ben in Edinburgh...
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The other day, I watched some young and middle-aged people in the marina, using a crane, lift a large yacht out of the sea onto dry land. They spared no expense, they didn't look at who would "pull" more, they supported each other. They were a well-coordinated team. All the while, the marina echoed with their laughter and shouts. I immediately thought about how much grumpiness, gossip, intrigue there is... in offices and other places where employees don't know what to do with their excess time, idleness, ignorance and dissatisfaction.
Dockers, utility workers, "Banderaši" workers, miners, those who install water pipes or those who pave roads with hot concrete behave similarly to the people in the marina. How much solidarity and humanity there is there.
I can't help but feel that the harder it is for a person, the bigger their heart and the better their soul.
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I returned to fairy tales and nursery rhymes. Fairy tales are foreign, mostly from the Brothers Grimm, domestic poems, from the great poets Ršum, Zmaj, Duško Radović, Mika Antic, Dragan Lukić... in an unforgettable performance by Dragan Laković, the "Kolibri" choir, Branko Kockica and others. And while "Vuče, vuče, bubo lenja", "Zakleo se bumbar", "Razbole se visica", "Lastes", "Drugarstvo", "Vozovi od chocolat"... are melodious, instructive; and now I shudder when I remember how I imagined the wolf eating grandma, then Little Red Riding Hood, then the hunter tearing him apart with scissors and filling him with stones or how they left Hansel and Gretel alone in the forest or how Cinderella and Snow White's mother died...
And what about children's series? With my daughters, I knew by heart every frame from "Broom Without a Handle", "Fazona i fora", "Pustolov"...
Now all that has been replaced by the mobile phone and its variations on those traumatic fairy tales.
And what is almost unbelievable: I know for sure that in about twenty years or even less, the third decade of the 21st century will be referred to as the "good old days."
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I envy people whose vanity is negligible, who can easily overlook a harsh or careless word. They always feel better if they remain silent than if they speak.
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Journalists, along with politicians, are the biggest culprits for the collapse of the SFRY and the wars in this region. They continue to fuel intolerance and chauvinism by giving space to, and even supporting, obscure people from whom we can expect nothing good. Those who have taken over websites fall into an even worse category. Most are not journalists, but "wretched scribblers" (the famous line from Sir Gillette and the Dragons from the cartoon).
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Two more months until I retire (formally, at the beginning of July). How on earth will Radio Bar do without me after 38 years?
The people of Crmnica would say: "Leko"! With a soft "a" that turns into an "e"...
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