In Introduction to another life, Mirko Kovač describes an experience from the early XNUMXs - which will later, at least in part, serve as the starting impulse for the sequel to the famous drama by Dušan Kovačević, titled like this text - "The Professional".
Kovač tells the story - one night a policeman appeared at the door of his apartment, who, as it turns out, follows Kovač's texts and performances and creates his file... Supposedly, "in charge of him", professionally intrigued... And so the policeman comes from night after night, he takes the writer for a walk, he is slightly resigned, he tries to find his way in a dissident milieu. Only after some time does Kovač understand the policeman's game.
The guy, it turns out, is retired, but he couldn't do without "his job", so he continued "in his own way - extremely professionally". I mean - when it comes to the police world, in principle I would be extremely careful with the use of the word "professional". In that world, namely, that word is often used to cover disgusting moral relativization (when abominations are committed with the justification that it has to be done because of "professionalism"), or, on the other hand, when some forms of dilettantism and ignorance, and even cowardice, are covered with that wording. "Professional" is a word that cops seem to like. However, only as a word, not as a meaning.
I have to admit that the mere appeal of the first Montenegrin police officer to professionalism seems caricatured. Hilariously cartoonish, actually. The other night, in a TV show, Vesela "Profi" Veljović looked more like Bob Rock who wandered into a TV show. Let's remind those readers who, for generational reasons, do not have this in their own experience - Bob Rock is one of the heroes of the legendary comic "Alan Ford" by Magnus and Banker. And it's simply incredible, since the drawing of the legendary duo is quite caricature, how much this "Professional" looks like Bob Rock. Just imagine him with that cap – and that's it.
However, in addition to a series of attractive public spills, a detail that is particularly impressive is when Bob Rock got caught in a simple trap. When asked whether, if it came to that, he would be able to arrest the former prime minister, Veljović gave a short but impressive speech about the historical and other merits of the former prime minister. As if someone had asked him about anyone's historical merits.
Of course, it is clear that Bob Rock would not be able to arrest Sir Oliver (Hello Bing, what a brother... He bought some house again. Ah, there will be stories). I even think that if Mr. Veljović found himself in that situation, who knows what ways, he would simply disintegrate. Like in the old science fiction series. His existence would move to one of the parallel cosmoses. And there, until the end of time, he would continue to be a professional. That's the thing - drills. By arresting Him, you would arrest yourself and many others. Whose merits are... And so on.
But let's see why Veljović, in the middle of the show, suddenly becomes an encyclopedist who tries to provide an assessment of someone's historical merits. How does a policeman suddenly become a zealous encyclopedist? And that in a country that doesn't even have an encyclopedia.
Bob Rock slipped. And that's always – funny. Any other police officer in the world would "dismiss" such a question with a simple wording (which also means nothing) that - if the law so requires - he would arrest anyone. Because he is, isn't he, a professional. But, no, Bob Rock can't even say a phrase like that, if it's going to give the impression that he's not - loyal where he should be. And he knows very well that this is the only measure of "professionalism" in Montenegro. And not only when it comes to police officers. Veljović just couldn't "exfoliate" what many distinguished intellectuals, writers, journalists, advisors - somehow manage to do. They are all Bob Rock.
Again, it's a matter of taste and face - to talk about one's own professionalism in a country where there are so many unexplained murders. Which, look at the wonders, almost all have similar handwriting... But it is excessive to ask a newly minted encyclopedist to be a graphologist as well. Even when the handwriting is so recognizable. Or - precisely because of that.
After all, do you know anyone who believes in Veljović's professionalism? There are probably many more people living around you who believe in the Immaculate Conception, the existence of Atlantis, the hollow Earth and Mladić's innocence - than in the professionalism of our Bob Rock.
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