The gray squares arranged in rows look like a cemetery without pictures on the tombstones. With each new step, however, you go down the slope and disappear into those blocks that are suddenly walls, much higher than you. You found yourself in a maze, it lasts a minute and there is no exit anywhere. Until a moment ago, you were in the center of a big city, and now you are a mole walking through the corridors and crying, tears start to flow, the realization is so strong that you are trapped like those in the gas chamber.
You walk faster and climb towards the other end of the square, you come out on a new Berlin street, you don't care which one, you come out changed, and what else can a person expect from art but to change it and turn it towards goodness and mercy. It is not an easy task, but it is achievable - the work of the American architect Peter Eisman, the Holocaust Memorial, in the middle of Berlin, confronts man with the great illusion of time and how imperceptibly life turns into a nightmare.
When I lived abroad, I wanted to capture the moment when my English would sound better, I thought, there must be a moment when the body will give in, the mind will open, the jaw will release the spasm - but that moment was not there. The transition to a higher level of knowing things is hidden as a psychological paradox of the first order. We don't even know how time passes, we imperceptibly find ourselves in the next decade, we don't even know what a decade is, the Twelve was a unit of measure for the ancient Maya, and I'm writing all this because there's so much talk about some kind of return to the nineties, that I don't like them anymore to listen.
Well, my comrades, dear simplifiers, admit to yourself that we are already talking about the continuity of the inability of the ex-Yugoslav society to resist primitive uncivilizational urges, and in this sense focusing on some kind of nineties (in which, by the way, we were younger and more beautiful), the story of the return to some kind of hellish nineties hides a serious construction error - what is called the nineties people live for almost thirty years, without interruption. I don't know what happened before that, but fear and depression have been going on for decades, let us be happy, the way out is not in sight and now we are in that part of the labyrinth where we cry - for an entire generation that thought things would get better on their own some kind of nineties, which should serve to explain the present, have now slapped themselves in the face.
The head of criminal investigation in Budva shoots himself in the thighs - the nineties. Blood in Zvornik - the nineties. Macedonian border - nineties. Hymn to Vučić – nineties. Dodik - the nineties. HDZ - nineties. Milo Đukanović - the nineties. Nothing has changed, the same wretches hungry for blood, power, salami and sex inhabit small leadership positions, above ground and underground, only that something is clearly happening underground, some kind of new distribution of power, an indication of future disturbances over the earth.
It is a process controlled by people without souls, dupes, thugs and pathological liars, who are called politicians, businessmen, media foxes, NGO personnel. It's all a small provincial elite that can't go beyond their instincts, that couldn't move society by an inch and now we're wondering where the nineties came from, and I'm telling you it's not just the nineties, but something much worse, creepier and more perfidious, devoid of war.
Twenty-odd years ago, it was known what the norm was and it was known that the norm was violated, but the awareness of the norm, even if it was violated, was the support that saved many from evil. We haven't moved from the nineties, we just got comfortable. Any statement about a return to the nineties is a form of unfounded optimism and suggests the lie that we were going somewhere. In fact, we are in the middle of a "history of long duration", in the jaws of geography, without an important feat that would stand as a dam between the nineties and now.
There was a historical rapture in Montenegro around the time of the referendum, that's right, some new fields of activity opened up, the grandchildren sold huge lots, but instead of investing in Berlin - now they would have tripled - they bought apartments in Belgrade, Podgorica, cars , opened cafes by the sea, no one cared, there was money and gambling all of a sudden, so we thought that the nineties were over, that we got away with it. But we didn't. The real fight is yet to come, this time we are older, but just as inexperienced as in 1989. Then the wall fell in Berlin, now the IT revolution is bothering us, it's a little more difficult for us to find our way in the forest of new values, we are again confused and again we have no money and we are again illiterate for the new forms of fraud prepared for us by the CIA and the Vatican.
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