Striko was driving a golf unit and stepped on a rabbit on a pass towards Veruša, so we got out of the car to stretch our legs and film the catch. The rabbit did not hear the thunder, let alone the fiddle from the uncle's car that celebrated Radovan and Martić. Striko ordered me to take a picture of him and I did it with a Polaroid camera for which we surprisingly had a cartridge.
In the following days, the rabbit will be marinated in a tub and eaten in stew. As usual, the uncle will not remember how or where he stepped on it, so he will present his venture as a hunting success. The sharp eye of the Serbian marksman will be celebrated over delicious bites of rabbit, with a béchamel side dish prepared by the mother on the basis of powdered milk.
But I won't go into details, you all know that uncle. We all had some snipers and heroes who didn't shave on the battlefield because they held the rear and followed the parliamentary sessions with a blind eye and a historical deviation towards Broz. You all know such girlfriends and the fact that I personally did not have one does not absolve me of the responsibility to remember him with reverence. The good old beard and srbende who in the nineties squatted in every family and waited for the Kosovo table to be established for the second time, in the final glory of Dušan's empire.
The problem that I want to present in this text is therefore not related to Uncle Miomir per se, because his physical existence is not crucial to the point. You can experience him as a kind of para-literary stereotype, or you can recognize him as a physical person with a SNP membership card, you will be dealing with him in this text, so you better call him to mind right away.
But let me turn to the hot topic. While looking at the photo from Veruša from October 1993, where the uncle is gloating over the rabbit, I notice that the aforementioned hero of my youth slowly fades and disappears. At first, I suspected the tendency of polaroid prints to darken over time, but here the opposite is happening, the mustache is drowning in the whiteness of the hood, so as I write this, only the mustache is still floating in the air and testify to his former habitus.
I quickly put things together and realized that my uncle's jovial face was fading from the moment when the members of the Parliament of Montenegro adopted the Resolution on annulment of the decisions of the Podgorica Assembly, and used the legal body to normalize things from a hundred years ago. It seems that the Resolution immediately hit the target and began to abolish the legal and political reality on which the man from the picture was based, and in the end he ended up as a chronic sugar addict and alcoholic.
I'm not saying that the MPs had to read the late Einstein, they could just watch Terminator 2 or Zemekis' Back to the Future before passing the Resolution on the committees, and they would know that any splashing about the past will have an impact on the time continuum and family albums.
You cancel the decision of the Podgorica Assembly, yes, Montenegro will be eternal, but there are no more uncles! What did the wretch wait for, from the Assembly that he was so happy to watch, he received a verdict to disappear. Because if it hadn't been for that unfortunate decision in 1918, from which bush would that rabbit have jumped out in the nineties? And without that rabbit, there would be no reason for my uncle and I to stop and take a picture of him so happy and cheerful with three fingers raised on the way to Verusha.
Things simply have their own historical course and the time continuum is not for legal intrigues directed a hundred years back, that's what I think and look at the photo.
I'm not going to talk about the aunt, and the possible implications that the Resolution may have on her already unstable nature. Deprived of her spouse and her wild love for Miomir, which shaped her into a relatively predictable slave, the aunt could turn into some kind of parallel reality after medical school and, if possible, become even crazier. And that is not in anyone's interest, take my word for it.
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