Posts Tagged ‘Belgrade’

small piece of my recent work

Sorry for repeating one photo twice, no electricity, unknown computers, worms and viruses…

I hope to post another photo here of the same work while i was doing it.

next coming up: exhibited collages and photos.

one more detailone more detail

This one piece I took photos of while working. Sarah, did take some too. But now I have 30 of them hanging in the gallery, people asking to purchase art but do not do so, and about 30 photos exhibited in the same gallery, other room or part of it. Collages have different motives, like several series of visions… I think that once I have decent photos of my recent (one year) work on those pieces, I will post them. Because my readers are my best audience. I am only sorry I cannot show them in real sizes, actually directly, for they are three dimensional in a way… I do such stuff.

If this one, not pictured ready, you do not like, you might like one of the rest.

Thanks for support to all who support me, and you know who you are.

I know I am back. I cannot write too often for electricity reasons, I just spent almost 30 minutes at friend’s computer, and it is becoming rude.

I do feel fine, I have a film to finish, another to send to festivals… I eat art and feel ok. I am moving, things are moving, doen or up, movement matters, i wish to move faster, faster then my surrounding, but not alone, i want to drag it forwards with me. big ambition, small chances, nice challange.


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Indeed I start this text with my answer to Sarah’a comment on self-centered society of mine:

sarah, you get much more then my point, now as ever!
the combination is tragic, sure, in full and real, not figurative sense, for so many lives have been brutally taken away in wars, violently, by force, against natural flow… this story about arrogant attitude as a conventional style of acting of Serbs, particularly Belgradians, brings unpleasant feelings in me on daily bases, and I live with those unwillingly…
Arrogant attitudes provoked by nothing I met before, or saw in other places, like Paris, for example. And just as you said, there is an essential difference: one arrogance is just stupid/the Parisian one, and the Belgradian one is both stupid and tragic.
Believing that Belgrade/Serbia is the point of release of all the important worlds’ news, Belgradians support the common local denial we discuss so often, the denial of genocide, ethnic cleansing and war crimes, denial of civic responsibility for States’ politics. It fascinates me how easily the image of arrogance is seen as a turn on, for example, inside the same isolated society that sees itself as main and central instead isolated and unimportant! Like: the more arrogant you are, the more they respect you! Tragic and stupid mixed together, that is a genuine attitude of a randomly picked person from Belgrade…
Further more, there is another thing that bugs me: Belgrade is particularly arrogant to the rest of Serbia. Often you hear over here: Belgrade is not Serbia, not like the rest of Serbia.
Such statement means: Belgrade is better, more advanced, more open, more cosmopolitan, more Europe, then the rest of the country. What a denial! In fact, Belgrade is the centre of all evil that commanded wars and crimes, that ordered massive executions as well as political assassinations… The only difference is that Belgrade is bigger and more expensive then the rest of the country. Oh yeah, and more money circulates in Belgrade then in the rest of Serbia, so there are more possibilities to make a living, to grab a piece of cake! And it gets on my nerve! Sarah, I will copy this into a new short post and maybe go on, it is getting long, and you got me started:)

Here we are, and there, no doubt, depends on whom. I am in this place above other places, or ironically so. It seams, from my lines, that I hate the place and being here. But neither of those are true. I love my city and I had occasions to leave it. I lived in another country for only 2 years of my life. I did travel often all my life and I want to do it in future too. But I am here by my own will, interest and curiosity. It happened so that I haven’t traveled abroad lasr year, but the world kept coming to my place, and I thank my friends for that, I thank you Saeah, above all. Right now I have 2 foreign guests staying with me. I love keeping my place open for visits. And I do so to such an extent that I have been accused by one friend of mine from over here as guilty for having my own small apartment: why do I have it and not him? what on earth gives me that privilege? How dare I present myself as an equal to him? He lives with his parents and is of my age. His position is one of the victim, while I am fraud, the rich bitch who is given more and pretends we are all equal… Hey, many times before that, I had offered him to live with me, as an equal flat mate, I didn’t ask for money. Hey, as students, I rarely could have afforded a cup of coffee during the break, and never any snack. He used to always have chocolate on him – his mama used to put one in his pocket every morning. I never thought we were not equal because I couldn’t afford food and he had even chocolate – money for chocolate in the 90ies in Serbia meant you could provide for decent food too. Then, for some time, we were both renting apartments. We both worked for the national TV as associates, I had excellent reviews on several of my shows, each piece I made was worshiped, my work had brilliant reputation, yet he as a person, a mail, had a better reputation then me as a female. I had experience in working for ARTE, I held an award for feature documentary, yet I was getting less jobs on the national TV then him. He even had to be my supervisor on my first piece for redaction of culture! All that while my CV and professional experience were much stronger then his, while my shows were a dream come true to all editors I worked with… all those editors still preferred working with a male. They called him a genius. There was no name for me. Just my brilliant work. I still thought we were equal. Then I got my small attic to live in, and he went back to his parents. And we became unequal, with him being victimized by my kind that pretends so well… Today he has a feature fiction behind him, which I still don’t. I believe his film is average, he can do much better, and I wouldn’t allow myself to waist the opportunity while making a feature fiction by making it average. Also, that same person became recently a LDP member, the small emancipatory political party (that I vote for), claiming that he is politically more left then me. That his short membership comes at the moment when my 10 years of activism means nothing when compared to his political engagement. He is one of most intelligent persons I know here. The arrogance he allows himself is outrageous, considering the fact that for many years after genocide in Srebrenica, he was denying it.

You see, I use personal stories and experiences to make certain points: arrogance that I started this text on, is actually a deeply patriarchal issue. Even intellectuals are arrogant in a stupid, opportunist ways, in chauvinistic spirit, but in the name of justice. Because some of those intellectuals of some recognized authority are victimized by me. Because my parents sold away the big apartment and got a smaller one, until we renovated together a piece of some roof we also bought and made it my place. His family is much richer then mine, mine had many hungry times, still does. Like I still do. But I do not give a shit. I want to tell all my readers that this arrogant place is manipulated by patriarchal minds, even among the democrats. Men here will never learn that they have victimized women, but the second they see a woman standing on more concrete grounds, in any field of life, they will scream out: where is equality?

women working, image stays invisible...

women working, image stays invisible...

Where was equality when my talent was proved and judged higher and i was valued less? That is still the case: how did one less talented person get to make a feature fiction film, and I did not? I work and work and get rejected. But what I manage to self produce is uncompromising. And is not arrogant. The only not arrogant art here can become in such way, in my opinion. Films even weaker, incomparable with the one I mentioned as average by my friend, are even more arrogant for being called art! And as that very same friend said in one of his articles, the problem of Serbian film production is that there is no market, no commercial films that will make money, or at least pay themselves back, there are only films produced with state or city budget. (He intelligently explained how the same people from film business keep that business only their own privilege, since open market would make more opportunities for more people! this way, same people switch from juries to applicants and keep awarding each others! the rest of us stand no chance, unless some obscure ties and bounds mingle in, all on political bases…) Is that not an arrogant way to produce the important part of one country’s culture? I judge that as a patriarchal model as well!

I say: patriarchal way of thinking produced wars! That way of thinking was preserved in all generations of this country, in all its societies, in all its circles! I exposed my personal example in some details, because I find it is a clear, plastic example of patriarchal thinking which is running many strams here, main and alternative/if we consider my friend alternative. and he is alternative. but patriarchal, yet intelligent to fight those better, stronger, more talented, fight them with self victimization! (over one small attic that was offered to him to share…) Arrogant alternative stream that is run by patriarchal minds, friends or not, are a sly, sneaky, thus dangerous phenomenon, very seductive in offering that alternative side opposed to the ugly mainstream, is in fact more my cultural enemy then alliance. I dare say it!

Arrogance. The more arrogant you are here, the more they respect you. I will never be arrogant. I chose to be a bitch who speaks her mind. And I need not to get paid and motivate myself in that way to write an article for an online magazine. I write here what I have to say. I do not sell out. Ha! Yet, I am alive and I hunt many minds, by barely being. I make no other efforts, I just go straight the way I chose. And I do not bitch arround, using my blog. My blog is read by less people then the article by my friend, in which he proclaims all people of his generation his fake friends, in case they have a place to live alone. He uses that one aspect to divide people and to challenge everybody to apologize for living alone, forgetting all other aspects which offer him safety that some of us have never been given or provided. Yes, I fight back the sly tricky article in which I am judged as a suspicious parasite member of society, while I was working 24/7 for crunches of bread, not allowing any humiliation, not standing a chance as a talented female to be called genius even in a joke, not standing a chance to gain a minimum of means to make a film, because it would kick ass! everybody’s in this country! it will, actually. Because yes, one culture, may it even be Serbian, cannot artificially keep a mass media like film only in frames of state budget production, and yes, I will make a film for the market that will pay itself back and make more money! That is the logic of film making, art or not! In that name, I will reveal one more of my poems that I will post separately in “my poems” category. It is a poem, hopefully lyrics for some bands’ song…

my grand mother and me, both have done a lot for others, that has never been seen. I love her, I respect her!

two women: my grand mother and me, both have done a lot for others, that has never been seen. I love her, I respect her!

Free thinker, quite modern

Self-proclaimed, recognized


A very manly song

I tell you

He told me

She knows, she told me

He told me, she told me

He thinks, she knows

It’s something to talk about

Why am I the last to know

Fuck you all

I will rock

On top

In power

Limited but I, I, I, I, I

You’ll never get as far as I got

I’ll make sure

I have to rock and I learned how

There are things you cannot learn

There are things you cannot learn

There are things you cannot learn

Cannot learn, cannot

I have learned

I’ll be the first to know all

I judge

I rock or will rock, I studied how

You give me all my credits now

And always

I saw, it works that way

Get on your knees

I have to rock, I, I, I, I, I

I have to rock and be above

On your knees now

There are things you cannot learn

There are things you cannot learn

There are things you cannot learn

Cannot learn, cannot

But congrats for all the efforts

And open evil deeds and words

Go ahead rocking, you even grew a beard

He knows she told me

He thinks he confirmed

I know I heard she told me

I rock, I wanna rock

They tell me things when you wouldn’t

I wanna rock I, I, I, I, I

There are things you cannot learn

There are things you cannot learn

Cannot learn, cannot

Yet congratulations

Some guts you got

There are things you cannot learn

Cannot learn, cannot

I, I, I, I, I

Dignity, victimized

Victory, modesty

Freedom, all against me one




It’s all about the looks, the pose

Spirituality is on my side

I rock, I, I, I, I, I

Photos: 1) an old family photo of my grand mother and her friends working taken by unidentified person

2) taken by a guest of the house

I will fill this post with more photos, when I get into a situation where I have conditions to do it!

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center of universe

to just add a thought to the previous article, i live among the very self centered. People. Persons. I mainly get to hear and see people who show their strong believe they live in the centre of the world, in the center of all interests, in a place observed by every eye in this planet (they also show strong believe in God, such as presented by Serbian Orthodox church, but that believe is secondary in this passage). And outside the planet, satellites must have been where they are just to have a better overview of what we do here in the land of SHLJIVAs. nothing else matters.

Have I ever met a place whose inhabitants were more certain that they are the world’s most interesting representatives? No. Usually people care more about the rest of the planet, or equally. Here, only Serbia produces news, is important, relevant, core of civilization. And I get cynical. Or no, just called such, for admitting I live in the middle of nowhere, in the poor place forgotten by God, that only attracted a few cameras over unexpected atrocities… I am rater ashamed. Among the proud.

Good night.

and good luck:) (i did like that film)

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Here and there worlds’, unfortunately domestic public too, still follow up on events about Karadzic arrest. As if the trial and its preparations were of no importance, while in fact they are the main thing, the reason for the capture, the reason for Karadzic’s transport to Holland… what is wrong with us?

Opportunism – to in one way or another be part of an event of global importance. An event, I said, not process. That’s the catch. Process is by its nature long, often painful, sometimes boring, gets stuk or obstructed every once in a while – especially processes of trials taking place in the Hague tribunal for war crimes in ex Yugoslavia. So uneasy to follow up, to watch, to be interested, when there is others – media – to filter events from the processes, like outstanding pieces of behaviour of the prosecuted, full of shameless words, insults and challenges (as if Seselj’s or other prosecuted challenges are to be met!). Yes, media work of some kind of filter, for people to choose attractions and avoid processes. That I find stupid, arrogant, superficial – opportunistic. That is the reason people over here are still in denial of their own country’s past! They are just lazy! But, hey, When Seselj starts a hunger strike, everybody gets interested! For it’s a piece of news, trivial event.

These lines I write because for two days I haven’t heard anyone in my surrounding mention another word about Karadzic. And my surrounding is mainly people voting democrats, LDP even more of them… I do not mingle much among the Radicals! Like our responsibility as citizens has ended there. No more to be done. Just the lament of Radicals remain, their threats and curses, sure. But for me, that doesn’t represent any potential of sane politics, just retrograde hardly human reacting. Again, I repeat, I do not intend to report on the news. I want to know what people I live among think, how they act, where their limits are. And this is one of the conclusions I come to: arrest is over, Karadzic in the Hague, end of story for democratic electoral body.

How sad! I live in a monster state. To be a bitch I am already called, I will add in the fact that during over 10 years of my political, peace, feminist activism, I have met more women activists trying to grab personal achievements, then making efforts to influence this scarade society and make it more civic, free, better! I have seen organizations filling in application forms for big Funds to fit into those Funds agendas, and not to meet the needs of our society! So this text applies to almost everyone around me, really to my society. We pull down the curtains when the performance is done. We care not a bit for becoming part of the proccesses, thus for learning more and making a difference. The difference that can only be achieved by participating, not only observing spectacular bits and pieces.

I said it before, we accept new trends set by events. How sick is that? Media can give us a trial proccess on a silver plate, we will ignore it, for it has no attractions, it is boring. So we stand in one place, waiting for foreign investments and better future in EU. While neither authorities, not citizens do the proper job to deserve that future. And guess what? If I speak out, I am kindly ask not to prejudge, to keep quite, because I might irritate others.

I am not meaning to say that we all have to watch every trial, but to be informed on historical facts once for good. To then act in our professional fields, so that those facts enter our reality on all levels. Instead of nurturing young generations born after wars, which have never seen an Albanian, but hate them all.

And I am not afraid of being attacked, I was many times, on many places and occasions. Only my victimization is none of anybody’s business, I in fact do not feel like a victim at all! I do not have a blog in Serbian because it wouldn’t make a difference. this way, I globaly look for people whi think more deeply over certain issues, and i stand better chances to find them. I am still a bad blogger, I know how to go and see pages of certain people who read me, but I still do not know how to put them on myy blog roll:) i am getting more literate, for now I ask Sarah to help me out with that. I believe that different points of stand that each person holds can give interesting interaction. So I blog in a global language:)

This is not a complaint. It is my observation, that does make me angry. This “mind your own business” never defined what my business is! And it has been said long ago that politics is to important to be left to — only (fill in the blank). As it has been said that personal is political. So I bring in nothing new. I only warry, and for a good reason. I say, I haven’t heard Karadzic’s name in two days from any of the citizens I met or talked on the phone to in this country. Curtains are down, until next spectacle, event, party, protest, or other outstanding attractions.

I shell go to my poetry now, and post the photos later.

I was thinking about why my blog is not in Serbian. And I know it. I would only provoke more attacks on me, and still change nothing. So I have my art. A good way to spread a message. Hard as it is, since I keep mainly self-producing, it remains my only chance to make any influence, to make one mind think things over… small steps, I am taking small steps. Just like I did in my active days in Women in Black, before they became a big brand with big, massive projects. Before my 100 deeds became less important then one single failure – like one thing i had no time nor strength to accomplish. Before even the civic sector became, in all its parts, an industry. I felt the idea is getting lost on the way, and stepped away.

what a lonely feeling!

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…Sitting in the office, alone, at night, after the shamefull rally that has just taken place in my city… I miss Sarah’s presence to discuss what/who (the hell) is crowling around Belgrade streets and what is its/their vision of future? “Who” refers to the Radicals and “what” to the flow of self-un-aware crowed, Radicals united into an ugly river that’s alive and canibal, considering human origins of it… So, I wonder, what is the furute they/it see(s)? Do they/does it have options of desired future and the one they/it fear(s)?

This cloud is a portal to a paralel universe, or radical paradise, in which all freedoms become one ultimate freedom, the freedom of Karadzic

This cloud is a portal to a paralel universe, or radical paradise, in which all freedoms become one ultimate freedom, the freedom of Karadzic

Events like this rally bring out the worst in me: I look at an other human, wondering how come he/she manages to talk, when I would call him/her “it” and expect “it” to bark.

-OBJECTION! -Sustained!

-OBJECTION! -Sustained!

I admit my schovinist thoughts, but on whom? On political opponents? About 99% of the people in my city are my political opponents, yet they do not provoke such bare and savage ideas in my head… only this canibal river does it, Radicals phisically joined together in public. Luckilly, I work on my own thoughts and deconstruct them, until I repeat for 10 times: “a human being that not only denies war crimes, but cheers to them, is a human being too”. How does it sound? Radically stupid, yet true.

I cannot bring myself to see the future with Radicals' eyes, this is as far as I keep getting...

I cannot bring myself to see the future with Radicals' eyes, this is as far as I keep getting...

And who is to help them all see? And where are the laws that will make them censor their mind before they speak it, spreading hatrage, (historic) lies, neonationalistic spirit, insults and threats to others? And why do times like these last days bring the image that there is “them” (in schovinist words “it”)/Radicals, and “us”/the rest? Another of my personal impressions: whenever there is one clearely defined category (of people) that makes a strong public appearance, by simply refering shortly to that category as “them”, it is suggested that there is also “us”. Now, this division doesn’t match my taste at all. Why would I allow “them” to put me into any category, especially “us” category, when “they” haven’t even been smart enough to premeditate it, they actually just have the instinct to attack when they feel threatened (an act rather close to life in wild nature, definitly distant to ways of acting in cultivated areas)? It reminds me of the united front against Milosevic in which “we” were all together, that kind of “us”. What a good desguise for all sort of frauds! How many of “them” can actually intrude among “us”? More precisely: how many of “us” belong to “them”, willingly or not? I don’t want to share any togetherness with people who believe that Karadzic should be convicted because only then we (including “them”) will stand a chance for better economic standard with all potential foreign investments! “Us” doesn’t exist. Not all of the people who stayed at home with the intention to avoid the rally are on the same side! There is more then nuances that devide us: some were “victims” of Milosevic regime and are “hostages” of war criminals, some do not care at all and believe that they are not political (what a luxuory, living in an agressor state!), some were thinking of going but they went to another party, some went to Church to pray for Karadzic and Mladic and light a candle for Milosevic (even though not 29th of February, this was an important day for Serb nation), and some were, may St. Sloba forgive me, plotting against their own Serbian tribe, by knowing facts about Serbian ellectoral will during the past 17 years, by following up events/spying, denouncing, betraying, like I do. And: Oh boy, do I get well payed for it, or what!(Curtosy of NATO)

After several hours of Radicals, this time streets looked clean. Same people, different outcome to February, after all...

After several hours of Radicals, this time streets looked clean. Same people, different outcome to February, after all...

One thing is sure: who ever stayed at home, had a good chance to watch one of the TV shows inspired by Karadzic’s identity game! As I was leaving my place, late at night, to come here where I can use the Internet, there was an outstanding piece on Studio B/public TV station of the city. The piece consisted of many proffesionals giving their expertize on forging identity, from looks and styling, then character and personality, to gaining fully new documents! On Karadzic example, they practically revealed a recepy how to do it, underlining every week point of security in our system of paper, documents, ID cards and passport production, also of ways of issueing them! Is that analytic journalism (wich vanishes when it comes to researching corruption, organized crime, financial backgrounds of major political parties, ties and bonds between polititians and mob etc.) or is that just opportunistic and radically stupid? Karadzic has become a trend setter – many are getting into alternative medicine, many consider changing their looks radically (stupid or not), many are intreegued by doctor’s mind able to so easily adopt a new self, so they are wondering if they could do it too (romantic, ah?). Karadzic is also setting trends in journalism: new identity, or a double – no more, no less, to get more audience attention.

The roumor says that Ratko Mladic became a construction worker, in Vracar, Belgrade...

The roumor says that Ratko Mladic became a construction worker, in Vracar, Belgrade...

Who is this?

Who is this?

It surely is all about trends and sell aways. Karadzic arrest has created a Karadzic brand. It is so simple. Even I have met more then one person, here, in my country, who have more names or change them as often as socks (I’m not telling the secret how often we change socks in our Serb cultural heritage and customs, nor weather we have accepted changing socks as a higyenical necessity). ID story is not exclusive at all, in itself. What’s exclusive is that Radovan Karaszic did it. So it’s in, it’s a sell, sold product. That is why the show I explained, the piece on Studio B, was possible: it reveals no big secret, no news to potential paper forgery, because those who want that business have actually had it for years! What remains is to cash the products of Karadzic brand: alternative medicine, documentary and fiction production of ID stories in all media, new (hairy and more hairy) looks, myth about a doctor who wrote books (this one was just to rhyme, although Radovan wrote several plays), maybe prices of real estate in my neighbourhood go up again (they have already reached mythical – radically stupid – sizes!) because, hey, if the quater was good enough for Radovan… while nothing is changing, while Radicals are so arogantly and ignorantly making everybody else “the rest”/”us”/the most suspicious category with many holding more identities then one…

Detail of one nice house in the now famous part of town...

Detail of one nice house in the now famous part of town...

And how about the freequent fals alarms? During the past year, more and more often different institutions/buildings/objects are falsely being alarmed with annonimous calls (lack of identity is more dangerous then double) announcing that there is a bomb set to explode. I haven’t seen one serious TV show on that issue – noone bothered to investigate and research on who and why is making such calls. Until the first bomb explodes.



Photos by: Jelena Markovic

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The user friendly software was not so friendly to me, the most recent bloger/subjective view, while in fact my ignorance pushed me, the user, into hostile attitude to the friendly software/. Now I can only announce that in some hours, I will post more on Karadzic spirit floating above Belgrade. At least the previous post now looks the way I actualy made it:) If I see comments on this one short post, I, the self-tougth user, will get to all of you, born with preknowledge of technology’s rich and generous offers yet to be developed!

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As the news broke out, the sky started falling, dropping all its tears for Karadzic! All night it was heavily raining, on and on. Yet happily, I made my first morning steps. And raining it was still!

exploring my neighourhood, step by step, the first very different morning...

exploring my neighourhood, step by step, the first very different morning...

The idea of Karadzic enjoying his time in my city quarter, Vracar, was giving me creeps all night, wouldn’t let me sleep: the monster was just by my side, in a way, doesn’t even metter for how long! And I, his enemy, who have made large efforts to denounce him to local nationalists, to moderate democrats, and to the world, as my obligation by simply being a Serbian citizen, I who have been publicly requesting Karadzic’s capture and delivery to the Hague, I still cannot celebrate. Yes, I shead a tear of joy on the big news. Yes, a little bit of justice has just taken place by the arrest. Yes, I think of a piece of relief most probably felt by Karadzic’s victims, and some I met in person, and I share their feeling. Yet, celebrate – I cannot! For, what has changed in the minds of my neighbours, of my parents, of most Serbian citizens, same ones I named just some lines above? I would say, by protests all around town, and outside the Special court (again the place I put trust in, again place I am familiar with), nothing changed in their minds! They are just furious, feeling betrayed! Even the symbolic immage is on their side:

the internet cafee that I use is on the edge of my neighbouhood, it has huge windows and a view on one of main squares in Belgrade, Slavija

the internet cafee that I use is on the edge of my neighbouhood, it has huge windows and a view on one of main squares in Belgrade, Slavija

Rain, like tears… Oh, my!

Reality puts Karadzic in prison. I hope he ends as soon as possible in the Hague Tribunal, where he should have gotten long, long ago. So this morning is different. In times when I lost all hope that globalization of justice is possible, and that it will take place – most wanted war criminal got arrested. And he will be prosecuted. And will get convicted. I cannot imagine any different destiny for him, after all. So global justice I fight for is happining, way too slow in my opinion, yet happening. It will be written in history of the World. That is one important step. For way too long, Karadzic and other war criminals were not even wanted, but included in international negotiations. Mainstream broke under efforts of Bosnian women, asking for the truth on the streets of the cities where they refuged! So the international community had to move its ass on the issue. But hardly any official Serbian asses moved on it, unfortunately, ever! And mainly due to the Premier of Serbia, Vojislav Kostunica, who faithfully followed Milosevic’s politics, while at the same time building the image of a moderate democrat, honorable individual, and a good christian always in company of Serbian ortodox church priests. Serbian ortodox church is, at the first place, a strong nationalist political state sponsored body – all this due to the efforts of Kostunica’s government that provided the Church with the law that ignores and breaks the Constitution guaranteed secular character of our state! (President Tadic of Democratic party gave his Amen to it, too, by veryfying it more then 2 years ago).

St. Sava temple at the back, mainly constructed during the 90ies - years of wars and sanctions - still getting fully made up during all years of this century, swollowed up a fortune while hungry, degraded people (most of whom old and in pension) were commiting suicides as preferance to starvation! The temple is in the core of Vracar, where i live and Karadzic rested for some time.

St. Sava temple at the back, mainly constructed during the 90ies - years of wars and sanctions - still getting fully made up during all years of this century, swollowed up a fortune while hungry, degraded people (most of whom old and in pension) were commiting suicides as preferance to starvation! The temple is in the core of Vracar, where i live and Karadzic rested for some time.

So no metter what Serbia officials say, how proud they may claim to be about this arrest, something smells bad: AND I DO NOT TRUST THEM!

Instead, I want all their political and personal interests revealed. I want Serbian war criminals named as such in history school books in Serbia. I want this arrest to start the oppen discussion in my country on the fact that all war crimes are to be punished, and that our business is to deal with the ones who commited war crimes in our name. And not relativize it by jumping straight away to any example of any other part, regionally or worldwide! (This kind of sharade is the first refuge to the selfproclaimed patriots.)

the sky can change above us

the sky can change above us!

The sky may be crying not for Karadzic, but for all the brains that will not move forward on this occasion, or any other! I rushed to use and exploit the metaphor, before big Serbian poets, members of Serbian Academy of Science and Art, do it! A cheep metaphor, I have to say!

St. Matrco church, detailed shot in dawn/of a new age, I hope!

St. Matrco church, detailed shot in dawn/of a new age, I hope!

And I work for the day when Church will not necessarily be above the ones who chose for something else, like civic society, when irony will not play with us but we with it, when common good will be above individual priviledges, when rains will fall and sun will shine in my country as it is facing the past, present and future; when one Karadzic will not be multiplied in heads of my neighbours (one of him arround was enough!) and bells of St. Sava temple will stop threatening my small attick from being knocked down by their noise, performed way too often (every full hour) for way too long (10 loud scary minutes every noon + reverberation, which brings in something of a horror movie).

Go, Karadzic, go away from Vracar. Take your sins and dirty mind, along with your bloody hands, to prison. And live not as a myth, hero nor idea, for you have never been it. All you’ ve been is seen through. Your substance has monstrouse taste. Keep it to only yourself. Some of us will see to that, because future obligates.

Photos by Jelena Markovic, on the day/night of arrest, and today, 21st-22nd July 2008

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