Young journalists are taught never to write the following sentence: "There was a murder yesterday in the street of the great Russian writer Maxim Gorky." Because the emphasis is not on Russian literature, but on murder. These days, however, we read the following sentences in newspapers, something like: "The great Russian writer Mira Markovic, a resident of the land of some other lesser Russian writers, wrote a book that has already become a bestseller bigger than Russia." There is no mention of murders, because Mira Marković was not even accused of any murder, since she successfully evacuated in time, in the middle of the DOS rule, to the country of the great Russian writer Maxim Gorky.
The book is thicker, has two volumes, and when the two volumes are stacked on top of each other, they look like a stone placed on top of a tub of sauerkraut. The book was published in the season of pickled cabbage, but probably no one will use it instead of a stone, because then, whoever intends to make sarma or podvarak, opening the barrel, would have to face the charming character of Mira Marković. After which he would move Sarma and Podvarak to him.
Okay, the fact that the bestseller "It Was Like This" appeared during sauerkraut season is also irrelevant, but it is important that it happens right around the Fifth of October, an important historical date. Namely, on that date, which will be written in history books, Prime Minister Vučić visited Požarevac and tried plasma biscuits. I guess they convinced him that consuming plasma biscuits is very important because then you leave a bigger impression on the audience during your appearance on the plasma TV.
And there the journalists asked him: "What does he think about the Fifth of October?", and the "prime minister" said that he had not thought about it. This is the first thing in history that Prime Minister Vučić did not think about and has no position on. On that day, some former resistance fighters and former supporters declared that Vučić was finally implementing the sixth of October. What is a new discovery: when someone declares that Vučić is carrying out the sixth of October, it means that Vučić is, by all accounts, on the verge of suicide. But no one notices that, because the man just seems calm. Who wouldn't even step on an ant, let alone go through the complicated process of self-examination.
And so we welcome the fifteenth year of the Fifth of October in great style: Mira Marković at the newsagents, and Vučić on the verge of suicide in Požarevac. Although it would be much better if it were the other way around: if Vučić was at the newsagents, and Mira Marković was on the verge of suicide in Požarevac. Today, when someone asks you - what were those nineties like - you answer like someone after returning from a bad party: "Wow, that was..."
So it is better that the book "It was like this" is called: "It was like that". Or should it be called: "It was (it was like this), it didn't happen again". Although the plot of that book is interesting: the nineties, writes MM, were the era when she was buried up to her ears in Slobo Milošević, but she was a little jealous, because, in addition to her, three and a half million other people were buried in it. But, like every man whom Mira Marković is attracted to, Sloba tried to be at home as little as possible, and spent more time at work, which was fatal for Serbia. The worst, however, were those who were not covered. That smaller part ended up buried on Fruška Gora or with seventeen bullets in the back.
Once, Mira Marković gave an interview for Zagreb's Vjesnik, so somewhere in the middle of the conversation, she stopped and looked reproachfully at the photojournalist present. "And how long will you click?" - she asked him. If you were to meet Mira Marković today, the situation would be reversed. You would ask her: "And how long are you going to click?"
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