This is a story dedicated to all those citizens of Montenegro who these days, months and a few years get sudden amnesia. To all those who say that it was better in Milo's time and these others are worse, they are simply pretending that they did not know about much of this. And it won't be as my fellow citizens say, who decided not to remember that time, because it's easier for them. Both in Milo's time and now, they were silent and zealously forgot everything about him. On that May referendum morning in 2006, we citizens of Montenegro were promised a country similar to the one from the story of my blue suitcase. So, a country of laws. I'm sorry, Mr. Đukanović and the other gentlemen from DPS, but you didn't give it to me. You deceived us ordinary citizens of Montenegro.
But let's go in order. One November morning, my neatly packed blue suitcase was handed over to board the plane to begin its flight to Ankara. It goes without saying that I was on the same plane on the same flight to Ankara, with a stopover in Istanbul. And the journey began just as all our journeys abroad begin. Check-in at the counter, issuance of boarding pass, passport control, search at the entrance to the passenger lounge and finally boarding the plane. In a word, boring routine. Both the flight and landing at the airport were monotonous. Everything was a well-established procedure, until the moment I handed my passport over to control when trying to board another flight to Ankara. At that moment, me and my blue suitcase separate.
Namely, the border police at the airport first stop me, do not allow me to enter the plane and take me to the official airport premises for further processing. Why? Because I, a citizen of Montenegro, was not told by the border police at the border crossing in my country that I cannot travel to Turkey with a passport whose validity expires in less than six months. So my suitcase continued the flight to see Ankara, and they took my fingerprints and photographed me front-on and from both profiles. The police officers did their job very professionally, so the only thing left for me was to practice my film English with them and with a few dozen other emigrants from all over the world who were also being processed. As I am not the main hero of this story, but my suitcase, which was already alone in the white world, I will just write that I was kindly deported from the Republic of Turkey on the first flight back to Montenegro. And in my country, I was escorted by a police officer to the police station. So much for me.
My suitcase spun for a long time like a fashion show on a conveyor belt after landing at Ankara airport. In vain, because I wasn't there to take it. Then some clerk doing his job took my blue suitcase to the airport's lost and found office. There, my suitcase was neatly inventoried and placed on the shelf by another clerk, who is also doing his job. In a country where there are laws and where people do their jobs for which they are paid, in less than 24 hours after filling out the baggage return form at Podgorica airport, some people delivered my blue suitcase from Ankara to my home address. I don't blame either the police officers or the airline staff. They were just enforcing the laws of their country and doing their job.
I, a citizen of this country called Montenegro, am sorry that the laws are not strictly applied in my country. I am more sick of the imposed false national and religious dilemmas and topics. I'm sick of this heavenly (sky) country and its false way to Europe. On that May morning, they promised me an orderly state where all of us citizens will just do our job and where we will only be defended and protected by laws. And I didn't get that. Due to the fact that no one in my country warned me at the Podgorica airport about the fact that I am in violation of the Republic of Turkey. And the fact that I was not warned is an endemic systemic disease of the lack of seriousness of this state apparatus that was cultivated by the former regime. That is why "these and those" are not the same. They are much worse. And I will publicly ask them from now on to give me the land of Montenegro, at least similar to the land from which my blue suitcase came. Do we understand each other?
Bonus video:
