Even the smallest with meaning is greater than the largest without meaning. This message by Carl Gustav Jung, depicts so well the horoscope of the country of Montenegro, in times when war drums are beating on all four sides of our beloved homeland. Kantars and chaktars were appointed among the people in all national communities. Our Serbia and Montenegro are measured on the scales, and whoever weighs more gets a bigger chaktar. On the right hand, the honey bee is jingling... Example: you recognized the first school principals because they often used the "never again 1918" coin, and you recognize the latter, freed from politics, by the "if God wills..." coin. "she died because she is Montenegrin" and yet a newly appointed director defends herself from criticism by saying that she goes to church. The meaninglessness of life in Montenegro continues.
Well, let's go back to the cantars. The direct consequences of measuring who is a good enough Montenegrin/Serbian are the creation of two opposing national camps in our society. These days, through the story of the enthronement of the metropolitan and the story of the future census, the mobilization and recruitment of members in both camps is being carried out rapidly. I am afraid that in the end I will perhaps be the only Serb from Montenegro who will remain outside the DF camp. And that doesn't do me any good. In the past, only the incompetent were not recruited for the army. As then so today, as the national plumes say. After all, one old lady told me that publicly, for which I publicly thank her. Ladies, I am honored that we are not the same!
I will not write anything about the second camp. I prefer to follow the instructions of St. Sava, who tells his successors that they love their people, in such a way that they try to fix it (the people). I think that this is the only correct nationalism and in that sense I am a Serb and I am proud of my desire for my people to be better. I believe that my people in Montenegro will be better if they try to respect the meaning and principles that have adorned them for centuries and thus marked them on the map of cultural Europe. Because it is science that looks for evidence, and faith possesses it. Believing people who believe in the Lord God are in communion with Jesus Christ first of all and above all they testify to his truth and way. You cannot be a believer only if you are in the Metropolitanate of Montenegro and the Littoral or any other recognized or unrecognized diocese. Believing people only confess the truth (proofs) of the Lord God Jesus Christ. Therefore, I am not a good believer just because I serve my God in the churches with the clergy of the Metropolis, and at the same time I weakly adhere to the teachings of Jesus. I'm a hypocrite then. I call Patriarch Pavle as a witness to these words of mine. Brothers, let's be human!
On that ill-fated scale where someone measured my Serbianness, he could not measure my love for other people and the homeland. There are no such units of measurement for love. That Kantar measure of Serbianness is not valid. I am a better Serb if I make even one citizen of Montenegro think about the fate of his environment and his health, than a hundred professional Serb politicians. If I teach a young man good and responsible behavior, it means that I kidnapped him from their camp. We must all respect the laws together and believe that personal success depends solely and exclusively on our effort and commitment. That's the only way and because of that I can be a good Serb.
I firmly believe that this society of ours can be happy if it rests on the destinies of ordinary people. If the themes that have been imposed on us in recent months, to the tune of war drums, are still in the narrative of national myths and national pathos, then we will still be in the camps. Only those who wear chaktars have the benefit of pens-camps. If the breaking news continues to be the national rapture of any leader from any community, and not the accident of a KAPA worker who burned his leg and has neither an employment contract nor insurance. If they are, we still have blood cells counted, and we don't know whose bananas taste like drugs. If we continue to invent our own versions of history, and we don't know what curriculum our children are studying... If the country is called Montenegro, and the Lovcen Forest, after which it got its name, was cut down a long time ago.
The author is a member of the General Secretariat of CIVIS
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