It's probably happened to you at least once.
The news is published that some notable and deserving person, usually at a very old age, has passed away, and you are pleasantly surprised.
Not because she died, but because she was alive until recently.
Because, in your consciousness, that face moved around the world ten, twenty, maybe even more years ago, ever since it was covered by snow, rosemary and sedges of public invisibility and oblivion.
And somehow we have already adopted the measure according to which someone who is not publicly present in this world - and he was before, and lived from that, so to speak - or at least escaped our attention, is probably no longer physically present either.
Something similar, only different, happened to me the other day, when they arrested Darko Šarić, a man of unclear occupation who is usually considered to be living - and quite comfortably - from a chronic lack of evidence.
What shocked me about the arrest of Darko Šarić was the knowledge that the act of his arrest made it known that Darko Šarić was previously at large.
Well, it's that strange cognitive dissonance that is resolved in a slightly bizarre way: suddenly a state is established that you think has been going on all the time anyway, and you are retroactively amazed by a huge reality that completely escaped your notice, and you only realized it at that moment when it ceased to be valid.
This is no one's fault but mine.
I weakly follow the "black chronicle" and all its extensions, that whole world of crime which somehow I always thought only fascinates those who themselves would gladly belong to it if they only dared; I'm bored of that world and everything around it in the way that Jean-Pierre Melville, the director of some of the best crime films, said that criminals are interesting and multi-layered only on film, while in real life they are boring and banal creatures.
But how is it possible for a journalist to be so uninformed? Come on, you know that I'm not exactly a journalist.
Anyway, I remember when Darko Šarić was arrested back then, ten or so years ago (that's when I heard about him for the first time, just as I heard about the "fortress of the Zemun clan" in Šilerova when the time had come for it to be demolished, although at that time I lived a few hundred meters from her): his sins were presented to us in such a way that it was clear that this man was waiting for several hundred years of imprisonment, without pardon. Which is pretty much all I wanted to know about it.
I already told you, I'm not a social worker to deal with serial law breakers and other educationally neglected characters from the lower margins of society. And I'm not even Ž. P. Melville, so that I can make them, for the entertainment of the audience, something that they are not in reality.
In any case, at least a dozen years later, here we are again where we were. "The arrest of Darko Šarić" - and in this context "darko Šarić" is more of a metaphor than the name and surname of a concrete person - here it seems that it is not a one-time event, followed by a trial, a verdict and the serving of a sentence that can last well into the next centuries, but The "arrest of D. Š." is a kind of social event that takes place from time to time, when it is necessary and convenient for the State, and in the meantime, Darko Šarić, both concrete and metaphorical, is free, developing his God-pleasing affairs somewhere under the radar of naive scumbags like me.
Maybe it could, I think, be made official somehow, so that the "arrests of Darko Šarić" take place at regular intervals in the future, like the Olympics, and turn into a kind of folk carnival, with ritual sacrifices being made to the goddess of justice?
Pardon, to the God of justice, to the one who "saved us from destruction until now", and if he saved us like this until now, I can't even imagine how he will save us in the future.
Whatever happens, one thing is certain, I promise that to myself and to you.
The next time they arrest Darko Šarić, they will not find me unprepared, I will know that he was there all along, among us, because he is one of us.
It is only a little better supplied with goods of general and somewhat narrower consumption.
That is why it is not and has never been a problem. He didn't create what he lives in and does so well, it's just somehow conveniently created for such resourceful guys like him.
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