I photographed the desk and accessories of the writer Petr Kočić during his stay at the Museum of Literature in Sarajevo. On the utensils there are still clear and visible traces of erased ink from the letters of this hardworking man.
I thought, maybe he wrote down these beautiful words at this very table
... "My firs and spruces, I no longer hope for anything; my life, like yours, is full of tender, deep longing; but - the heart whistles, no one hears it; the tears flow, no one sees them. Your sharp , pointed spines, they are trailing tears - well I know that! - and their green color, it is longing, deep, tender longing for the eternal green spring that will never come to us. Hearts are crying, no one hears them; tears are flowing, no one he doesn't see them."
It is tragic that with the quasi-patriotic reading and populist interpretation of Kočić in the post-war period, his original intention was forgotten, which is the fight for the freedom and justice of the individual, the fight against the exploiters whom he called "kmethoders", describing them so well in Jazavac before the court.
He was given a limited and modest political framework in death that has no relation to his breadth in life. The nebulous folklore inscription of Kočić among the Chetniks, although there is no reason for such a thing anywhere in his political and literary activities.
Petar Kočić was a fierce guy who fought for justice with his big words, and David Štrbac is not only a Serbian peasant from Krajina, but a Bosnian peasant in general, an eternally cheated and eternally exploited peasant who is aware of his desperate situation and constantly seeks justice.
That's why when I see how this government celebrates Kočić, I know that there is a huge problem, because Kočić never had anything to do with the government, and there is no such government, which can sincerely love this man and a fighter against political injustice.
No government would celebrate this rebellious guy and writer, they would persecute him and ban him, proclaiming him a mercenary and a traitor, and today they are proud of his name.
Kočić is only dead when these politicians laugh at him.
And if he were alive today, he wouldn't even be invited as such to such shamefully modestly designed fairs dedicated to him, which apart from the place where he lived, have almost nothing to do with him, something that even today's masters of everyday life are aware of, so he is at these festivals they don't even quote too much while reciting turbo folk sages, because even today these words, over 100 years old, hit the target and warn...
"My God, my God, but you have made our country happy! The world has become numb to some kind of good and kindness, so it can hardly breathe. Everyone is happy, satisfied, everyone sings, only a song is not heard anywhere. We were pressed well from all sides ; we have become numb from some kind of overwhelming grace, so we can hardly breathe..."
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