Kožo called me once at two past midnight to tell a joke. He has this habit of calling in the dead of night from the pub to tell a joke. Elem, Mujo came to Dr. Sebia at the Koševo hospital, and she was really happy when she saw him. "You're welcome, Mujo, I haven't seen you in a long time!", said Dr. Sebija cordially, and Mujo replied, as if justifying himself: "I was a little sick."
This is approximately, therefore, like a joke, Sarajevo's public health care has looked like since Sebija Izetbegović sat on its throne - a doctor with a degree by profession, a wife by profession with a degree - which once, well, finally occupied the cantonal Medical Camorra, pardon the Medical Chamber, and now rules the health of Sarajevo without hindrance. To him he, to you, me to myself - said Sebija, because who wills to whom if he doesn't want his own, and who will if I won't to myself. Since then, there have been no healthier people than Sarajli, so a sick patient in the hospital in Košice would say, watching how only healthy and healthy people were running around the university's Clinical Center, cheerfully calling their doctors and justifying that they had been ill for a long time was. Namely, they are not available at the University Clinical Center in Koševo for the same reason that they are not available at the authorized Mercedes service center in Rajlovac, where they have to bring their own Mercedes for even the smallest repair.
Recently, stories of unfortunate people who live and die because they don't have money for injections, medicines, gauze and fucking bandages have been circulating all over the canton: some even bring bed linen from home, and some take out cash loans because before the operation - according to a dispatch from the director of Sebia - they have to "pay" themselves advance amount of consumables". I, from the small town of Pisk near Omiš, know at least two unfortunates from Sarajevo who bring fucking consumables to the hospital in Košice from home, which means that every Sarajevo resident knows at least twenty of them, and already fifteen by the end of the sentence. A thousand marks is only "consumables" for the operation, and it is cheaper for a man to have an operation somewhere outside, and then to visit Koševo only to call from the door: "I was a bit sick."
There is that old, long-worn and sadly accurate joke about Dalmatians that they would be happiest if foreign tourists skipped the entire tedious protocol of a summer vacation - with packing and unpacking, exhausting travel and hassle in the heat - and simply stayed at home and just sent money. The ambition of the new director general of Sarajevo Cantonal Health is similar, at least as I understand it. So far, the "consumables" are paid for by the people of Sarajevo or brought from home, and the ideal of public health will be realized when in the near future they skip the tedious health protocol and start treating themselves at home - with hot teas, boiled brandy, Hodja records and spoons of Vidovita Džemil - and Sebija Izetbegović and her Cynical clan, pardon the Clinical Center, will only send money.
To you, to myself - clean bill, long love - long love, short life.
"The patients of UKCS now don't wait more than thirty minutes," Dr. Sebija once boasted, "and before they used to carry books with them to kill the waiting time." This is how Bosnian publishing will collapse, people no longer read books in hospital waiting rooms, and now they don't wait more than thirty minutes for their turn to see a doctor, whom they haven't seen in a long time. Because - you already know that - "they were a little sick".
Doctor Sebija Izetbegović embarked on such a revolutionary transformation of cantonal health, which - I read in the newspaper - she told and how, I quote, she "disguised herself as a civilian" and went to inspect the Koševo hospital. She herself, as she says, "in civilian clothes, tried to enter the Clinical Center through the side entrance, but, alas, they "recognized her".
What exactly did Dr. Sebija Izetbegović want, and what exactly did she prove with this suicidal diversionary action, disguised as a civilian, by breaking into the very hatch of Sarajevo public health? "I discovered", she says, "that some people entered the Clinical Center through side entrances by privilege." So how did Dr. Sebija discover that "some entered the KC through side entrances"? So that she herself "in civilian clothes tried to enter KC through the side entrance".
However, how did the wife of Bakir Izetbegović prove that some entered the Clinical Center "by privilege"?
Well, as you understood, she herself "disguised as a civilian" entered the KC by privilege.
Elem, Bakir came to Dr. Sebia at the Koševo hospital, so he was really happy when he saw him. "Where are you, Sebija, I haven't seen you in a long time!" he said cordially, and Dr. Sebija replied, as if justifying himself: "I was disguised as a civilian."
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