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Avetinje for around the house

I personally and directly know about the case of a house in Petrovaradin where a four-member family known to the neighborhood lives, but now it turns out that the address is shared with several dozen other beings with the right to vote - who consume that right with great enthusiasm

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Disclaimer: The translations are mostly done through AI translator and might not be 100% accurate.

As sailors say: you don't have to live, you have to vote. Well, that's not exactly what they say, but we adapted the saying to Serbian geographical and socio-political circumstances.

Serbia, unfortunately, has no sea, but unfortunately it has elections. Why unfortunately?

Because he has choices, but no choices.

It is not a difference in one letter, but in a whole sense.

Where there are not only elections but also a choice, only live, real and regularly registered people vote. Which, regardless of all possible shortcomings, seems elementary fair.

Even with Erdogan or Orban - who normally do not abhor anything - mass voting of the deceased, zombies, unborn people, imported people, fictional people and people who have never lived at the address from the voter list was not recorded, and they would hardly know how to explain it to you. where is that anyway.

Their elections are not even close to fair and democratic, but they retain a certain link with earthly reality, they do not enter the twilight zone, into the fear of the other world.

Here, however, we vote together with ghosts, ghosts, apparitions.

Specially for the elections, they get an apparently human form, mass, sound and smell by some black magic procedure, so we stand with them in the lines just as if they were real. Humming "where are you, neighbor", boots model "Arkhangelsk 1947", unbreakable chauffeur's jacket from the golden days of "Spedicija Bugojno", aftershave based on garlic, everything seems real, not even their copy-paste comrades from reality would be able to do them infect.

After the election, they will return to nothingness as a natural habitat, but their voices will live on in their place. Enough of them, see you next year, or whenever you need it.

But where are you, um, people staying in the meantime? If their inter-election aggregate state can be called "residence" at all.

Oh, they're everywhere, you wouldn't believe it. Some may be among you, in your house or apartment! Not seeing them doesn't mean they don't exist, quite the contrary.

I personally and directly know about the case of a house in Petrovaradin where a four-member family known to the entire neighborhood lives, but now it turns out that the address is shared by several dozen other beings with the right to vote - who consume that right with great enthusiasm.

Or, here, "Nova" writes that 220 voters were registered in Železnik in only five houses; on average 44 per house, but when the family is not angry...

An elderly lady from the neighborhood is ready to swear that a total of five people live in her house, but it turns out that thirty-two of them vote from her house.

A few meters away, in the neighboring house, there are a total of 47 voters, although the lady claims that no one has lived in that house for a long time. More precisely, "no one alive" as it is usually said in our country, but we have already said that medically recognized aliveness is not a necessary condition for exercising the right to vote in elections in Serbia.

Really, when you look at it, empty houses are still the most convenient for housing ghost voters, for various practical reasons.

The only thing that surprises me is what our great filmmakers are doing, why we don't already have a series of films about the happenings in those empty but crowded houses, about the turbulent night life of those creatures, about what they dream and what happens to them, and by God and - this is where the blood freezes in the viewer's veins - about possible incidental encounters with beings from another, i.e. these dimensions of ours.

Maybe this is the recipe for the first globally original Serbian genre: election horror? If we're already living horror in reality, why not brand it?

Therefore, don't think too much about where you saw the uncle from the line at the polling station before, the one with the slouch and the jacket of Špedicija Bugojno from 1976: you must have seen him in the mirror while you were shaving, he ran down the corridor like a cockroach, and you vowed not to drink wine anymore.

And vinjak is not guilty of anything this time.

(danas.rs)

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