In fact, it looked as if a man had walked straight out of Dostoyevsky into the Montenegrin homes that night. It's as if he was drinking espresso with old man Zosimo until a while ago. Ivan Karamazov who would introduce himself as Alyosha. So naive and unspoiled. Doubtful moralistic parables and Petparak theology spewed from him, like Pashtro fritters from hot oil.
It was immediately clear that he was not going to say anything spectacular or truly unknown. He will not "throw a stone", to stick to his evangelical rhetoric, at his former friend. Whom he forgave everything, and for whom he prays. A saint, one would say. Or at least it almost isn't.
Such a public image was placed, it seemed, to the great disappointment of his host (who did not want Dostoyevsky, but Tarantino, if possible), and who certainly has many talents, but the one for journalistic work is certainly not among them.
Despite occasional vivid details during this apparition (split personality, uninformed boss, lesson about sons), the pinnacle of Marović's strategy was cheap moralizing: he didn't let Đukanović down, he did. And a great story about all that. "Apostolic" demagoguery. Whereby, as part of that story, he will tell how he betrayed his godfather, but in that situation he will not see the potential for the same moralizing. Gooey kitsch.
He used to be an all-powerful party ideologue, an intellectual among the Burazers. However, when he "discovered" Burazer's corrupt methods, apparently he fell head over heels into it all. His intellect, it seems, did not prevent him from showing enviable enthusiasm in such an activity. Today, he wants it to look like it wasn't like that. After all, what can he say spectacularly when he was a willing accomplice in everything. But such an insight would not fit into the chosen image: a sad old man, thin, overgrown, with a hat like New York's homeless wear. By the way, he lets slip that his son has become literally homeless. So don't feel sorry for your mother's son...
This is what people look like, someone will say, when the DPS machinery chews them up and spits them out. And I believe that the fact that he is an intellectual predestined him for everything that happened to him. A team of arrogant friends from basketball must, at least secretly, under their breath, make fun of the one who knows the most. When the time comes for a sacrifice - he simply imposes himself as a solution.
He used to be "Markuze from Krimovice", but today he sees himself as - a dog of Jerusalem, whatever that means. A priest with the confession of being a mafia boss. But now he would like to explain some things. A preacher of love among people, especially among business partners. A real Jerusalem dog, no problem.
No matter how hard SM tries to present his approach to the SPC as a spiritual path, I believe that he also understands that it is just a mere sinking, an intellectual surrender. Or does he really believe that he will relativize his sin of avarice with such a "spiritual" choice?
Here is what I wrote about Marović in this column in 2011: "He wanted to be Milo Kardelj, avoided becoming Milo Đilas, so, apparently, he will end up like Milo Ranković: all (common) sins will be blamed on him. ” To see all this, in fact, no prophetic powers were needed. Things seemed more or less clear, then as now. This entire play is based on the assumption that Montenegrins forget quickly. And that's hard to argue with.
Marović's performance had an undisguised pre-election dimension. Pre-election hysteria also brought us fetishistic-sadistic moments. Bajaga sang about shoes for walking through dreams, and the other day we also got shoes/heels for "trampling the ungodly" as the proud owner, a member of the assembly of Montenegro, called it. Why does anyone have the desire to trample the wicked? Or anyone? Can anyone believe someone who has these ideas?
I guess it's time to stop trampling? Or should we prepare for new treaders...
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