Mujo in the European Parliament

Elem, it's a hot summer, the chelopek hit, and Mujo drinks beer and looks around, then with dark and salty skin, only in swimming trunks, he contemplates out loud: "This is life: cold beer, sun, sand, water..."

- Don't shit - Suljo snapped at him - but drink it and put it in the blender!

That's how unhappy Dragan Čović looked to me, just like Bauštelc Muja, when I saw him at this time last year at Petr Bakula's elementary school in Mostar. "This is life, Božo", sighed Dragan then, looking around: "Croatian flag, picture of Franjo Tuđman, Croatian coat of arms, ballot box, list for the Parliament..." "Don't shit, Drago, put it in the box", startled him. added Božo Ljubić, "so let's get to the opening of the sewerage works in Bijakovići and consultations about the Sejdić-Finca case!"

That's Bosnia and Herzegovina, I wrote down the answer to a good friend, when he asks me who she is, what she is, forgive me, Bosnia: there were material proofs of its meaninglessness before - each of you can now count forty of them off the top of your head - but there was no better and more precise scene than the scene when the President of the Presidency of Bosnia and Herzegovina in Mostar, Bosnia and Herzegovina inserts a ballot into a box with the coat of arms of the Republic of Croatia, when the President of a sovereign European country, in the most normal way, just as if opening the sewers in Bijakovići - moreover, with undisguised pride, as a civil right, but also a patriotic duty - to vote in the parliamentary elections of another sovereign European state.

A year has passed since then, and in the meantime numerous new evidences of the nonsense of Dayton's Bosnia and Herzegovina have been discovered. One was thus discovered in the extraordinary, recently repeated Croatian parliamentary elections, the same therefore in which the president of the Presidency of the neighboring BiH voted so proudly then, as now.

Namely, HDZ was the winner of those elections, its former representatives in the European Parliament Andrej Plenković and Davor Ivo Stier became the Croatian Prime Minister and head of diplomacy, and it was necessary to send replacements to their representative positions in Brussels. By law, in that case, the first to go to the European Parliament from the winning list, and those were the seventh and eighth on that list, retired Croatian officer Ivica Tolić and Ivan Tepeš, president of the bizarre Croatian Party of Rights dr. Ante Starčević, the unlucky one who received the least number of votes on the entire HDZ list for the European elections, half a thousand, or more precisely exactly seven hundred and seventy-four votes, and barely two hundred in the repeated parliamentary elections. Probably embarrassed, and even more probably afraid of new embarrassments in a foreign, unknown world, Tepeš finally gave up his European career, and it was time to pack the next, ninth from the HDZ's European list, the first after Ivan Tepeš.

So, to cut a long story short, Željana Zovko became the new Croatian representative in the European Parliament. Which would have nothing to do with this story if Željana was not a career veteran of Bosnia and Herzegovina's diplomacy and a long-term employee of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of Bosnia and Herzegovina, from 2004 to 2011 ambassador to France and Spain, and currently ambassador of Bosnia and Herzegovina to Italy.

That's it, Bosnia and Herzegovina, I'll tell that good drinker someone, when he asks me who she is, what is she, forgive me, Bosnia: Bosnia, forgive me, one country has a country whose president is the most normal - duck, with an undisguised with pride, as a civil right, but also a patriotic duty - votes in the parliamentary elections of another, neighboring country, and its ambassador in Rome goes to represent the same other, neighboring country as a representative in the European Parliament, most normally, with an equal sense of pride and patriotic duty .

It is one thing, namely, when a citizen of Bosnia and Herzegovina with dual, say, Croatian citizenship, plays for the Croatian national football team - just as it is the same thing when a citizen of Bosnia and Herzegovina with Croatian citizenship votes in the Croatian elections, or runs for the European Parliament on the HDZ list. parliament - but it's a completely different matter when the president of the BiH Presidency votes with his head and chin in the Croatian elections, and the BiH ambassador in Rome becomes the Croatian representative in Brussels. Shit, even in corporate football they stick to those things, so a player who plays even one minute for one national team no longer has the right to play for another.

Only in Bosnia, as we can see, you can vote for the parliament of another country as the president of the country without any extra questions, and as a diplomatic representative and a representative of the strategic interests of one country, you can already tomorrow become a representative of the strategic interests of another. And then in the European Parliament, let's say in the accession negotiations - why not, everything in Bosnia, as we see, is more likely than possible - screwing up the country that until yesterday you represented as ambassador.

That, I said, is why you forgive Bosnia: a country that is neither the only one for its president nor the most important for its ambassadors. A reserve state for its own citizens, plan B, a choice out of desperation, just in case the thing with Brussels doesn't work out.

Well, it's a pleasant, warm Belgian autumn, the plenary session of the European Parliament will start soon, the plateau in front of the building is teeming with colorful people, and up on the terrace a Bosnian man drinks beer and looks around, then contemplates out loud: "This is life: Belgian beer, Brussels, European Union, EU-Parliament, salary in euros, daily allowances..."

- Don't shit - you got it, Suljo startled him - but drink it and put it in the blender!

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