The Megdandžija narrative is very much alive in "Vučić's Galaxy". After the Boss's meeting with the "secikes", the spirit of physical confrontation spread to the farthest reaches of the galaxy, to the most insignificant satellites in their predictable (and unchanging) orbits...
After the recent Montenegrin showdown in Majestic, I thought - right in Majestic. The rest, obviously, was clear to me.
Because, regardless of what that hotel is today, and it's clearly not what it was (I hear that today there are retired CG intelligence officers and those who believe that they are sitting there), it is an orgy of primitivism in one of the iconic places of "that" Belgrade. When something like this is said about the former Majestic, be sure that it is not just a phrase.
I remember Mažestik well in the XNUMXs, the General and Montenegrin tables were still there, in full composition, with the liberator of Belgrade, General Dapčević, who, if present, is heard the most... Several national heroes always sat there. The legendary Du Će was often there, always in the labyrinths of Montenegrin and complex Russian themes.
The head of the hall, I think his last name was Lazarević, was a favorite "standing" interlocutor of national heroes, but also of Montenegrins without this title, as well as the entire Yugoslav poetic fraternity, who appeared there a little more often on the days of celebrations around the Fair. Lazarevic used to say to Montenegrin students - Jado, have you eaten anything today... Go there for soup, and would send you, if you were really hungry, to that separate, front part of the restaurant, which was mostly empty during the day.
After the Second World War, Krleža stayed in Majestic. From there he went to that reception, where he was ushered into the hall by Zogović and Đilas. At the piano, Melita Lorković casually sorted through the races. Fritz said in Mangup - This lady plays for you too. And Gido, even more Mangup: Come on, rich people, she's not Miroslav Krleža, so let's face it...
Crnjanski, a few months after his return in 1966, arranged a dinner in Majestic with a friend whom he had not seen for almost thirty years. He came, possessed, then left. He said to the waiter - When a lady comes here, tell her that, until half an hour ago, Miloš Crnjanski was sitting there. What a tribute to one's own, oceanic vanity. What faith in memory, the one and only...
I also have reason to have a very personal relationship with that Belgrade topos: in Majestic, in the fall of XNUMX, I met Danilo Kiš.
A recent episode with politicians and a broken nose only confirms what half the world is on the scene today. It is probably their introduction to the "negotiations" of the ruling coalitions.
The embarrassment and shame of any government, they would be like this in any version of the cosmos. No matter how oppositional it behaves in relation to Krivokapić's government, the presence of the DF in power is unquestionable, at least in terms of depth. Also, the biggest stupidity of this government can be attributed precisely to the sphere of influence of the DF. Their actions, as well as the messages they send through party recruitment and nepotism, can make you think that there is no change if you replace one dilettantism with another. And really, it's not a change. Then you have dilettantism as fate, and that is already for a different type of analysis.
What a time, such persons... Once Majestic was mentioned because of Crnjanski and Krleža, and today because of the Montenegrin political servants of the new leader and their rampage. Well, if Mandić had at least brought Vulin's saber, they would have cut the man, humanly, and not crushed him...
By the way, it's not that the aforementioned great men weren't inclined to fight, but they did it personally, not through sons or intermediaries. Their famous pre-war fight ("Krleža hits with the left, Crnjanski hits back with the right", as described by one witness), took place in the Moskva Hotel, but not in the Majestic.
The fighting spirit was brought to Majestic by the Montenegrin primitives. They do well everywhere, the place and its mythology are not important.
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