Respirators

History of respirators. One way or another - the truth about us.

Lets see. In that last year's planetary rush for ventilators - it was similar to now with vaccines. Everyone was frantically procuring respirators.

Take it, it will work... And that's when Vučko excelled - he collected a respirator to cover not only real Serbia, but also Greater Serbia - within the borders of Kiev - Thessaloniki - Trieste, which was the setting that introduced him to politics, once... What's wrong with you fate - and this supreme committee of ours worked for the same project, then. Admittedly - somewhat smaller format.

Then, as we read, about thirty ventilators were bought from a certain Turkish company. Today (but why only today), it turns out that, allegedly, more than half do not work, that they are simply not working, as announced by the Clinical Center and the Ministry of Health.

Then one of the doctors who were familiar with the job at the time came forward with a sharp denial... I almost wrote one of the doctors from the old government? No matter how it looks - if we have doctors from the old government and doctors from the new government, I'm not sure that's a good thing. Not even possible... But why does it look like that?

Either way, it's not good. Because, if what the "new" say is true, then the campaign against the corona served for someone ("the old") as a cover for crime, for some form of extortion.

If, on the other hand, it is not true what the "new" say, that is, if it is true what the "old" say, that all respirators have been tested and that they were correct and similar, then that would mean that the "new" ones do not even know how to turn on those devices... Or that they broke them? Did the "Purge of White Coats" plow so much in depth and breadth, that the remainder is made up of overly ignorant people?

In both cases, Montenegro is in deep trouble.

If you could bet, what would you bet on? To the thievery of the "old" or to the ignorance of the "new"? Or a double chance?

Despite the lessons of the story about respirators (and us), the most important thing, it seems, is that Nikšić gets a mayor. Certainly numerous clusters of infection. Each option - one cluster. Democratic, nothing. One cluster for each flag.

In the minds of today's Montenegrins (of all religions and nations), the election campaign is a mythological state exempt from all forms of rationality, an orgy of reality denial...

Nevertheless, the scene by which I will remember these Nikšić elections is the wild face of the one who shot the journalist with a windshield wiper thrown from the car. At that moment, there were dozens of people around the journalist, mostly men. Still, she's the only one who got a windshield wiper in the head? I believe that "traditional" misogyny is also a companion of the consciousness that appeared that evening on the Nikšić street. Our epic heroes. But it's always the woman who gets hurt. That epic virus is indestructible. And just as dangerous and infectious, even after so long since it ravages Montenegro.

In all our disagreements, whatever their genesis, people suffer. Day after day, new deaths. This fight has been going on for a year, there is talk of victory, and the number of dead/crowned is increasing.

Dragoljub Đuričić, Mr. Drummer, also left. Master of Cucka echoes, an artist whose creativity knew no bounds. Its rhythm will forever remain the accompaniment of all those beautiful street events when politics on the street was unmasked as fraud and baseness.

Đuričić's spectacles in Kobilje dol showed how the most classic Montenegrin toponyms can be entered in the atlas of true art. What a lesson to the "traditionalists", by the way.

And that ever-present smile of his, an introduction to great stories about anything and everything... The noble and enthusiastic need to push people into an unsurpassed feeling of freedom, a freedom that resonates with everything...

A unique solution: noise against anger. And all our rages.