An ordinary day. Five years old Saru and nine years old Valentine grandfather George he came to accompany him on the train to visit his second grandfather. The train was waiting a little further Goranka, Vukasin went to visit his daughter, so while waiting for the bus he sat on the bench and read the newspaper. They were waiting for the bus on the bench and Sanja i Djuro, who arranged a hip operation with the doctor. AND Mileva, who returned from removing the cast from her leg, and Nemanja, who just finished a driving lesson at a driving school.
Andjela met her boyfriend at the station Milos, to celebrate his twenty-first birthday together, a Milica she was coming back from school and on the phone arranged with her cousin to watch the game together. Stefan arrived in the city to look for a smaller apartment or studio apartment, a Basque finished his work at the Development Research Institute and, like every Friday, waited for the train to return home, where his wife and two children were waiting for him.
An ordinary day. Semir je arrived from Germany to spend the night again in his parents' house, together with his mother Dzemil and father Reg. In the house next door Adela slept with her husband Vedadom, and her father-in-law slept in the other room Hivzia and mother-in-law Sabaheta. A little further down the road, Sabaheta's brother was sleeping peacefully Fikret with a woman Amir, their son Arman and a daughter Irmela with her husband Jasmin. Lulled to sleep by the continuously falling rain, the whole village slept: i Zeina i Rahim i Huma i Earned i Ibrahim i Nezir i ajla in the eighth month of pregnancy, together with her husband and five-year-old daughter.
An ordinary day. Daniel placed his wife and their three ten-year-old children in his car Lana, seven-year-old Luka and one-year-old milu, and together with the neighbor Diana went on a trip to a nearby monastery.
An ordinary day. Bosko, an experienced engine manager with thirty-five years of experience on the ship, was overseeing the preparations for loading the car and noticed the rubber seals on the ship's bow coming off. The helmsmen then joined him under the bow ramp of the ferry at the pier Denis i Marko.
An ordinary day.
Their last regular day.
The very next moment they were all dead - crushed, crushed, crushed and buried alive under thousands of tons of concrete, rock, earth, mud, wood, steel, iron and glass.
And all of them, until the last one, were killed by the corrupt State.
Two and a half months ago, on an ordinary day in August of this year, Boško, Denis and Marko, members of the crew of Jadrolinija's Lastovo ferry on the Mali Lošinj-Zadar line, were making routine preparations for sailing at the Lošinj pier and repairing the rubber seals on the bow doors, when they were suddenly met by a ten-ton steel ramp for unloading cars.
The tragedy occurred when a worn and worn steel cable in the hydraulic mechanism broke on a fifty-five-year-old ferry owned by a Croatian state company, and for some reason the block valves, the safety wedges to prevent uncontrolled descent of the ramp, did not work either. The investigation - as is usually said in situations like this - is ongoing.
A month later, on an ordinary day in September, Danijel from Serbia's Novi Pazar, together with his wife and their children Lana, Luka and Milo, and his first neighbor Dijana, were driving along the Raška-Kraljevo highway on a trip to the Studenica monastery, when their Ford an armored military vehicle, a twenty-ton anti-aircraft self-propelled artillery-missile system, suddenly ran into it. Five of them died in the completely crushed car, all except for Danijelo's wife, who miraculously survived.
The tragedy occurred when an exhausted and allegedly drunk fifty-three-year-old sergeant from the garrison of the Serbian Army in Raška, after driving two hundred and fifty kilometers to the military parade in Batajnica and two hundred and fifty kilometers back, on the Ibar highway near Ušće, suddenly lost control and drove a heavy armored vehicle crossed into the opposite lane. The investigation is, of course, ongoing.
About ten days later, on an ordinary day in October, Semir, Đemila, Režo, Adela, Vedad, Hivzija, Sabaheta, Fikret, Amira, Arman, Irmela, Jasmin, Zejna, Rahima, Huma, Ernad, Ibrahim, Nezira and Ajla were sleeping peacefully in their houses in the small Bosnian village of Donja Jablanica, when they were suddenly buried alive at two o'clock after midnight by a landslide of several thousand tons of rocks, soil and mud from a nearby hill.
The tragedy occurred when heavy rains in Bosnia and Herzegovina triggered a landslide in an illegal quarry on a hill above the village, where a local tycoon had been extracting granite for twenty-five years, including the days immediately before the disaster, without a concession or a single permit, despite countless reports from citizens. . The investigation is, you guessed it, ongoing.
A month later, on an ordinary day in early November, George, Sara, Valentina, Goranka, Vukasin, Sanja, Djuro, Anđela, Miloš, Milica, Mileva, Vasko, Stefan and Nemanja were walking and sitting on benches waiting for trains and buses in front of the main railway station building in Novi Sad, when they were suddenly covered by a concrete-steel canopy fifty meters long and weighing several hundred tons hung from the roof of the station building.
The tragedy at the Novi Sad railway station occurred only four months after the ceremonial opening and complete renovation of the sixty-year-old station building - which was carried out by a Chinese state-owned construction company under a secret intergovernmental agreement between Serbia and China - when the anchors of the steel cables above the main entrance gave way. held a heavy concrete canopy, additionally burdened by a new steel-glass structure. The investigation is, as it were, yes: ongoing.
In four separate tragedies in Croatia, Serbia and Bosnia and Herzegovina, a total of forty-one people died, including seven children, crushed under thousands of tons of concrete, stones, earth, mud, steel, iron and glass. All of them would be alive today, and today would be just another ordinary day for all of them, if only the State had functioned - therefore existed at all.
That the State bought, or even better, built a new ship, or that the fifty-five-year-old Lastovo ferry was at least regularly serviced, that the safety block valves worked properly, and that the cable in the hydraulic mechanism was changed once a year.
That the State respected the Service Rules and that the heavy armored vehicle on the busy Ibar highway was driven by someone more trained and sober, and certainly more rested, or that at least he did not have to drive five hundred kilometers to Batajnica and back in a couple of days, just for the purposes of state propaganda and senseless military parades.
If the State had closed the illegal quarry above Donja Jablanica at the beginning of the century and the owner had been in prison, or if it had at least closed both him and the quarry at any time in the next twenty-five years, how many owners would have unhindered from the state land and sold it without a single document state granite.
That the state chose a competent and professional contractor in the renovation of the Novi Sad station building with a transparent contract, that the dilapidation of the sixty-year-old canopy was examined and that the original project was respected without additional heavy steel-glass upgrades, or that at least one construction expert was engaged in the renovation constructions.
If the States, in short, did what states are for, instead of employing party staff with diplomas bought at a seasonal sale in ministries, prosecutors' offices, the army, police, inspectorates and state companies, and instead of new ferries, they procured new official limousines, instead of illegal quarries and criminals resolutely turned a blind eye, and instead of transparent offers in transparent tenders, they ceremoniously opened unrenovated and dilapidated station buildings, and in the end, instead of impartial investigations, they organized cretinous military parades.
The state no longer humiliates, it is now killing. And it kills in the most terrible ways, crushing citizens with ten-ton steel ramps, crushing their bones with twenty-ton armored vehicles, burying them alive with thousands of cubic meters of stones and dropping hundreds of tons of concrete, steel and glass on them, in short, in all the ways you can think of. After all, anything that comes to your mind, sooner or later - and that's pretty much the lesson of this story - will come to your mind. Because the State does not hold, the state does.
But don't worry, there is someone to worry. The investigation is ongoing, the State is watching over you, so keep your head up.
Always keep your head up.
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