If Boro Krivokapić did not write anything until two unforgettable publications, one about all the wars of Miodrag Bulatović and the other about the burning of Kiš by the then Belgrade intellectuals, he deserves a mention. I will never forget Bulet's confession to Krivokapić in which he describes his wounded father, on an oak tree, which absorbs every drop of his blood as he relentlessly dies, and then, a couple of decades later, his son Miodrag writes the best pages of his literature on that very oak board. "Hero on a Donkey", "Red Rooster"...
That's why all those who mourn him today are actually wrong people who glorify the wrong Boro for the wrong reasons. His worst release, not his best.
That's why it's logical that most of those narcissists have never read, and maybe haven't even heard of the mentioned works of Krivokapić or anything serious that he wrote during his creative period in Belgrade. Instead, they raised the least significant and worth mentioning, what he did in terms of supporting the referendum and his selfless giving to the Leader. Again, they are not doing it for Bor, but for themselves. This makes it easier for them to justify their dirty roles and small lives in which there is neither Kiš, nor Bulet, nor Krleža, nor Božidarka Frajt, nor Jovan Đorđević. After all, what do those names mean to them when the mentioned greats of Yugoslav artistic and scientific life never won any elections! And Milo was never allowed to cross the line.
I met Krivokapić for the first time in 1990 in the "liberated" NIN. That was the name of the period when the famous weekly newspaper was torn from the jaws of Milošević's propaganda nemesis by the journalists and editors of the then great NIN. The tandem Tijanić - Tirnanić, together with Ljubo Stojić, Slobo Reljić, Jugoslav Vlahović, freed NIN from party control and hate speech that had already covered all Serbian media. As a newly graduated student, on an internship at "Dakić", lo and behold, at Tijanić's persuasion, I started to write for the liberated NIN. Boro was also there. Not in the front lines, he was never for the front line and hand-to-hand combat. At one of the meetings of the insurgent newsroom, to which I myself was invited, I met Krivokapić. We exchanged a few words, he asked me if I was Kuč or Bjelopavlić, I him for Bulatović and the aforementioned publication.
It will be four years before they meet again. Random again. I was in Milan at an anti-war rally and at the request of the then associate of the Monitor, Marco Spadier, I stopped by his brother Rajko, who lived in the capital of Lombardy. At a wonderful lunch and reception at Spadijer's, I also met Bor. The rest is not for the story. But in the shortest possible time - for two hours we wrestled about the (un)fictional Montenegrin nation and other things that happened in the Yugoslav hotbed of fratricidal war. He was a great Serb. But with style. Anti-Milosevic. And I appreciated that. It was an inspiring discussion.
Then a break again. Much longer now. Until 2008/09... In the meantime, in the pre-referendum period, there were a couple of dinners at the "Porov table" in Casablanca, but nothing memorable. Even then, I noticed how he repeated himself and fell into clichés, which was the first sign that his golden, creative years were already behind him. Maybe that's why he will never manage to finish the two big projects that he often mentioned - the book about Savićević (a minor pity) and a multi-volume work about Crnjanski (a big pity). Đukanović will call that very last period when, as Tirnanić said, "Krivokapić sold to Milo and Tijanić to Miri", that very period Vođa will call the time of lucid Bor in his condolence telegram. It's not, but a man knows how to judge.
After the referendum, according to tradition, Krivokapić tried to convince the father of the nation orally, and then in writing, to step down and enter the history textbooks. The epilogue will be their breakup and Đukanović's punishment in the form of oblivion. Boro is not the only one who saw a hiding place or hope in Vijesti after the political fall. In that period, Krivokapić truly lucidly defined the state's problem: "Montenegro cannot survive the greed of the Đukanović brothers." He started writing, we also published one of his brochures, and in 2012 he offered to finish a work about Crnjanski for which Vijesti would pay a serious fee. In advance. Unfortunately, attacked physically and financially, at the end of our strength, we could not meet him. That was an astronomical amount for us at the time. Which is what I told him at our last meeting, at the Palas hotel in Petrovac. We never met again.
You saw everything that later happened with Krivokapić in "Živa istina" or read about it in "Pogreba". Who had the stomach for it. It was his tragicomic lament over his own defeats, which the spin doctor, the Greek Drale, will call "polemical texts". To be ironic, they might have been. Worn out and defeated Boro, as he described himself a long time ago, in an RTCG interview, in a showdown with the former and best. Đukanović's Krivokapić in controversy with Boro from Belgrade. What is life... Boro, who once defended Krleža, Kiš, Bulatović, Pekić in Tito's Yugoslavia, now in Milo's Montenegro builds and lights bonfires for opposition leaders, independent media and some foreign diplomats. Who would dare to criticize the Chief and the state of the country. A sad epilogue to which, in addition to Krivokapić himself, all those who said goodbye to him these days were the godfathers.
Because while Krivokapić was picking laurels in Belgrade, this little Vuković, Migo Stijepović's successor, with a tutu and a lollipop in his mouth, watched uncle Miško madly running after Tito's baton around Podgorica. Lomača za Kiša was unknown to the whole family. At the same time, Milo was earning his first million in trafficking in Herceg Novi, while Greek Drale was waiting for his father to hire him in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. Which he did, only for Milo to kick him out into the street after the AB coup. Both Milo and Drale knew that the donkey was a domestic animal, but they had no idea how Bule told Bor about the creation of both a rooster and a donkey. Nejaki Filip started his career as a lawyer dreaming that one day Momir would hire him as his representative. And later Milo took over as a mercenary.
Fate, therefore, played rough with Krivokapić. That's why, at least now, he deserved to rest in peace... Who in the other world reigns among the Chetniks and partisans, among the Whites and the Greens, among the Serbs from the bottom of the tub and the budget Montenegrins from Milo's kanabe, among Bor's patriots and our traitors. Goodbye, Boro, now be at peace with the mobsters, servants and masters, whom you will find there, but also with those who follow and celebrate you these days, and whom the evil fate of life threw you into the jaws and crushed you. Although, I know, somewhere in the depths of your soul you despised them.
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