"Today I am descending into hell like Dante". With these words, Milan Knežević, one of the most famous Montenegrin poets of the middle generation, began his speech in the High Court. Another confirmation that metaphors are a miracle. Such an important literary name can slip on them. What would have happened if Judge Mugoša had allowed Special Katnić to respond to Knežević with a speech as well?! Which he would begin with a similar metaphor: "Today, like Dante, I descend to heaven"... Because the coup turns out to be a happy job for him - he doesn't have to do anything else until retirement. On the other hand, it seems logical, if we follow the thought of the accused Milan K., that Dante traveled through both heaven and hell while writing the "Divine Comedy". And all this through the "Svetigora" agency and in the company of the highly reverend Amfilohi. And on a half-board basis. It goes without saying, with the guarantees of the Metropolis and the approval of the High Court.
Every true patriot sympathized with Milan K. but also with Ivan Brajović, head of the one-eyed parliament, who had no easier time in Belgrade than Knežević in the courtroom of the High Court. Or to Dante in Hell. Ivan B. built his entire career on the defense of Montenegro against the Greater Serbian aggression and the Chetnik excursion from October 16, 2016, so it was expected that his meeting with the former radicals, Vučić and Gojković, would end in disagreements and misunderstandings. Just because of the popular saying, once a radical, always a radical. Or - once Ivan, always Brajović. Fortunately, it turned out quite the opposite! Dante would say, and Milan is my witness, it was a divine comedy from the meeting at the top. Ivan B. used the meeting with Alexander the Great to send greetings together from Belgrade to their mutual friend Milo the First of Montenegro and wish him another presidential election, which he will surely win. To paraphrase Milan K., a poet of unusual gift - listening to Ivan in Belgrade I felt like an idiot from Dostoyevsky.
Miracles are metaphors. And as Mourinho said, they can be dangerous if you start to believe them. As in the story of the idyllic relations between Podgorica and Belgrade. The announcement reads that Vučić and Brajović spoke with due care about the position of Serbs in Montenegro, Montenegrins in Serbia and Rohingya in Myanmar. There are no details, but it would be logical to conclude that within that point, Alexander the Great asked Brajović about the attitude of the court towards the leaders of the Serbs in Montenegro. Because if Milan and Andrija present themselves as such, it is to be expected that Vučić perceives them in the same way. And according to the logic of things, not only the aforementioned leaders are on trial, but also all Serbs in Montenegro, and the leader of all Serbs in the country of Serbia, the region and the diaspora, receives one of the champions of the regime that organizes and leads that process, celebrating together with him the never better relations between the two of the state. It turns out that Knežević and Mandić are bigger idiots than Dostoevsky?! Or is Vučić pretending to be a stranger, bigger than Kami? Well done, Alexander. Milan didn't really have to go down to hell and look for Dante in his sermon. If he had stuck to the well-known slogan of the Chamber of Commerce and the Investment and Development Fund "Buy local", he could have started the performance with Balša - "today here I feel like Brković on a black playground". Which is Dante's inferno. While Milivoje K. could retort how he feels like Ivan Brajović in Belgrade today. Which means, like Dante in Paradise.
When we moved from Milan's hell to Dante's paradise, this is how Andrija Mandić got the nickname Rajo, and Ivan Brajović Ramada. Authorship goes to Milan, again thanks to his penchant for metaphors and Dante. Namely, sometime long ago, at the beginning of the nineties, while Brajović and Mandić and their compatriots were throwing Slovenian washing machines and Croatian Kraš candy boxes out of their apartments, Milan told them: "Batina is out of paradise, and SD is out of Ramada." That's how Andrija got the nickname Rajo, after Dante, and Ivan Ramada, after Patricia Pobrić. Fortunately, Dante was saved from hell, thanks to the abolition of President Vujanović, and based on that experience, the "Divine Comedy" was created as a masterpiece of world literature. Therefore, Philip is not only responsible for appointing Gvozdenović as ambassador of the coast, but also for Dante's exit from hell and entry into literary annals. Along with Milorad Popović, who after the Thirteenth of July, Ratković, Mešina, maybe even the Nobel (though it doesn't matter, if he hasn't won it yet), so after all those well-deserved awards, he also got the biggest one - Njegošev. And while Bishop Rada is rolling over in his grave and feels worse than Dante in hell, Mijo the boxer is preparing a speech that I'm sure will outdo Milan Knežević from the High Court.
Miracles are metaphors. Katnić is right. He turns out to be a better writer than an investigator. As Milorad P. is a better investigator than a writer. That's why he got Njegoš. And that's why Katnić will never get it. But neither Andrić, nor Crnjanski, nor Tišma. Neither did Nikolaidis. But maybe Mijo ends it for them too. Not Andrić, Crnjanski, Tišma, because they were fucking Serbs, but Special and Nemanja from Ulcinj. They are ours. And like Ivan, they are convinced that Lord Milo is the best candidate and that he will surely win if he goes to the polls.
Although Krivokapić claims the opposite - that the Boss can win only if there are no elections.
Milan K. would say - it is more difficult for Milo than for Shakespeare when he faced the dilemma "to be or not to be" towards the end of his life?!
However, Ranko is right. For 27 years. On the right side of history. That's why it would be wiser for Milo to go down to the sea and, like Hemingway, throw a bait to some big fish. What a wonderful picture - the old man and the sea. Because, as Milan K., who would rather shoot him with advice than a gun, would tell him: "That's why, Milo, never ask for whom the bells are tolling - they are tolling for you!"
Miracles are metaphors. Well done, Milan.
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