They sing to you Santa, don't go off the path. But be careful, Santa Claus, that as soon as you set foot in Montenegro, you don't get sidetracked. There are people like that, when you ask whether to go left or right, whatever they tell you, you go against it.
There are also great people, but you have to recognize who is who yourself. By feeling, and by the glow in your eyes, I guess you've learned it by now. Because, in the eighties of the last century, they sang out loud to someone who believed in him the same as in Santa Claus: "We swear to you, that we will not deviate from your path", and everyone deviated, in one way or another. Many who sang claim that they did not sing, they never even heard of that song. Of course, now they sing some completely different songs.
And when you pass through Montenegro, don't look at the signs of Santa Claus. Don't pay attention. No way. Don't ask anything. Just keep drinking. Because whatever you ask, it won't be good. Questions are the lump that starts the avalanche, so watch out for Santa Claus. You won't get one answer, but at least two.
There is a disputed board that is guarded day and night by a couple of soldiers. There on the coast, near the old barracks. Just bypass that place because you won't learn anything. Because if you ask, you'll find out who Ranko and Raško are, and you don't need a greater gift from Santa Claus than never finding out who those two are. They are just as controversial as that board.
There is a sign in Budva at the entrance to the town of Stari, and ignore it. Because everything is known here and nothing is known. Who freed whom and from whom. The big question is whether we are free at all. Let it be what can't be, when you understand it, everything will be clear to you. Just so it's not too late.
When you pass by the main town square in Podgorica, you will see a monument, don't ask about it either. And he is controversial. Because everything is disputed. Both the mausoleum on Lovcen and the church on Rumija. Don't even accidentally mention the years, 1918, 1941, 1945, 1948, 1974, 1989, 1991, 1995, 1999, 2006, and don't even mention August 30, 2020, even in madness!
Don't even mention the hand of justice. Don't even mention the tunnel, Santa Claus, cable cars and highways, and loopholes even by chance, and don't even mention cans even in madness!
Don't ask about Sekula, but also about Đurišić, Đilas and Kapičić, Bulatović and Đukanović, Kavčani and Škaljarci, SPC and CPC, Joaniki and Miraš, Budućnost and Sutjeska, CANA and DANA, Grand and Maša, Tuzi and Zeta, don't mention television city or national. Don't ask about Montenegrins and Serbs, Bosniaks and Croats, Albanians and Gorans, don't even ask about language, just listen and don't speak.
Maybe it's better for Santa to not bring anything this year, just to take it somewhere. Take the Montenegrin pism and bury it somewhere at the North Pole, deep so that no one will ever find it. Take away fraternal and city hatred, harsh words and saffron. Take away deceit and envy, malice and self-love, megalomania and levity. Take it all away as far as you can, don't give it to anyone, God forbid, but either destroy it or hide it so that no one will ever find it, so that they don't get upset.
Well, next year, if we do well without all that next year, only then bring us gifts, of course, only if we deserve it, because now we didn't deserve anything, because we climbed on each other's heads, we all hold each other's necks, because here "everyone everyone is waiting around the corner" my good Santa Claus.
Now go as far as the reindeer will carry you and don't turn around Santa Claus.
Happy New Year and have a good trip Santa Claus. Until next time!
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