Friday, March 31 - It's going!... That's what objective analysts say. And subjective political opponents. And the outraged masses on social networks.
I'm staying!... He answers every day, less for the critics and more for the supporters. Although it is written on his face that he does not believe in it himself.
And me?... Well, this is the first election in thirty-three years before which I changed the forecast three times a week.
Three days before the first round, I announced that I was already receiving condolences. For himself, but not for Montenegro, because it has at least some chance to outlive his rule, and I don't have any at all...
That's what I thought the Friday before last...
This time, on the eve of the second round, I bet with my friends 60:40 that Milo Đukanović is really going...
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Saturday, April 1 - Am I looking forward to it? No, but not because it's premature. Rather, because he is leaving thirty-three years late, at least as far as Montenegro is concerned, which believes that he should never have come to power. Neither he, nor the other two "young, beautiful and smart".
Only sixteen and a half late, that's what other Montenegro thinks. Who cannot or will not understand how autocracy, crime, corruption, persecution of the disobedient and all the other evils they blame for 2006 were born in 1990.
The false image that the first half of the reign was better than the second made the resistance to state autocephaly and the state patriarch turn into resistance to the state of Montenegro.
And what does that have to do with my (dis)joyment?
It will be shown on Sunday night.
It will be the first opportunity for the supporters of the strongest ruling coalition, For the Future of Montenegro, to show who or what they were disobeying by raising the flags of another country - Milo Đukanović or Montenegro...
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Sunday, April 2 - Go away! ................................................... .................................... .............. ................................................... ................................................... ............. ..................................... ................................................... ........................................
Fireworks from outside, optimism from the TV, hope from the laptop...
Ice in me... And a huge void...
Is this what I have invested more than half of my life into...
A terrible price for a minute of joy as I type that one word - ode!
It's not much, just three letters in thirty-three years.
All this time I was waiting for this day, three thousand three hundred and thirty three letters were waiting under each finger...
Tonight - nowhere...
Not only because I don't have another thirty-three years in reserve to see the end of his achievements.
But because of that reservoir of humanity from the nineties, heroes who didn't even see the beginning of that end. Especially because of my friends - Momir, Sava, Jevrem, Mir, Rask, Peđe, Buda, Ratko, Peka, Bora, Đik, Zoran, Veska...
And the three who did welcome, but tonight, like me, are silent. What in the hospital, what in your bed...
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Monday, April 3 - Already today, journalists are renewing the material on the above-mentioned achievements.
About a backward state and an advanced autocracy.
To captive institutions and enslaved inhabitants.
About the wartime weapons-oil and post-war tobacco-cocaine economy.
And to the first personal and who knows which friend, godfather and family million...
And that's good, our facing the truth is just as important as their facing justice...
Despite that, I will not remember Milo Đukanović and his regime for the bad management of the country, but for the evil they caused to people...
The first among them was Savo Brković. In 1990, the heirs of the communists declared the only living founder of the party, one of the organizers of the Thirteenth of July Uprising and a national hero, a traitor at the age of 85.
A household word today, it was then deadlier than a bullet. He died a year later, but even when he was dead, they didn't let him go to Pipere in peace.
The crime he committed, one book, one brochure and one interview, can be summed up in ten words - Montenegro cannot be governed by those who do not recognize that Montenegrins exist!
Turns out they can. And that a decade later, the balance of their rule is a third of Montenegrins less...
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Another memory is related to Slavko Perović, who is fortunately alive. And the wall of DPS soldiers through which I failed to pass the obituary of his suddenly deceased mother. Pojeda's liberators of Konavalo threatened that "blood will fall if the obituary for (I can't write that disgusting insult) gets into the newspaper"...
It was a time when the regime's media announced for days that "the leader of the LSCG with five thousand Montenegrins is going to slaughter Serbs in Slavonia"...
And when similar monstrous lies achieved such an effect that the coffin of a young man killed on the battlefield was brought under the window of the leader of the liberal and anti-war movement. And there organized repentance with shouts of "Slavko, murderer"...
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The third picture of the top of the regime, whose symbol (p)remained Milo Đukanović because he was the only one who stayed on that top until the end, is still "exhibited" on the window frame in the attic of Momir M. Marković on the fourth floor.
The sniper bullet luckily missed by an inch.
He saved himself from the bullet aimed at him by the regime's Udba by fleeing to Gornje Zagarače. After she worked the conscience of a regime member who showed him a list of traitors for liquidation...
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In the fourth image that comes to my mind the day after the fall of Milo Đukanović, it is not killing with weapons, but with words.
The Government's Information Service issued a statement in which Bishop Antonije was publicly branded. I have to quote, like "an ordinary pe..er whom everyone knows can talk but can't sit down"...
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The fifth image in my memory was the state media's open call for the murder of Slavko Perović, Miodrag Perović and Jevrem Brković, because "traitors who go to pay tribute to Tuđman and carry the flag for Vučje dol deserve it"...
An appropriate photo-montage has also been submitted in the attachment.
A volley was soon fired through the windows of the poet's apartment.
The professor has a bomb addressed to the Monitor.
The LSCG leader was assassinated in Donja Gorica...
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Tuesday, April 4 - Uh, I took longer, it's stronger than me... That's how I fill the void in my soul, when that ice from Sunday won't melt.
And they won't, not only because of the war pictures, but also the later peacetime ones. Most of which, especially those of Željkova with a bloody head and Jovova after a punctured eardrum, were so dark that I ended their description with "the war was better"...
Of course not, that's why since this morning I've been trying with all my might to remember at least something nice, at least a moment of joy that I could attribute to the outgoing President and his government.
It doesn't work because, unlike him, her and their followers, I don't compare today's Montenegro with the post-war one. But with Montenegro before the war and before the so-called AB revolutions.
And how does her future look to me today? Painful, if all actors of the new government do not first face the past, and only then start an agreement on the future.
Otherwise, the nineties will appear as a barricade not only on every main road, but also around every corner...
If after June 11 the winners behave as they did after August 30 and once again show that they are unable to bear the burden of their own victory, we have defeated DPS and Milo Đukanović in vain.
Because parting with assets is much slower and harder than parting with their creators...
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Wednesday, April 5 - Is it possible that I forgot the most expensive night of the century and the election of the President?... Of course I didn't, it's just that I don't have anything important to tell him today.
That he must respect the Constitution and be the President of all - Jakov Milatović knows that even without me reminding him.
There will be plenty of time for everything else.
Time has run out to write about the outgoing President.
Milo Đukanović was, with brief interruptions, the protagonist of all my columns since January 26, 1990.
This is a farewell and, in that name, may it be with happiness for both him and me...
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