Sustainche admits that his brain is not as much developed as it is assumed for human mammals. Never mind, Sustainche realized during his time in the human mammals Matrix world that it is sometimes better to have a bit lesser brain, and instead a bigger heart.

The human mammals Matrix world in Macedonia is – of course – something really special, and every day Sustainche is surprised to find more and more specialities among the 2 million citizens. On the one hand Sustainche very much appreciates that the word ‘family’ still has a value in this territory. Parents do everything to give their children a good start in the life; they also invest a tremendous amount of moneyski in what is declared to be education in Macedonia. Adults at the same time take care of their elder parents; Sustainche never saw in Macedonia that elder people were sent to what is known to be a ‘residential home for the elderly’ in other parts of Europe. Grandparents are still a natural part of the family, and even it is economical difficult they will never be sent away and live alone. For many retired grandparents with a very small pension this also would not be possible.

In fact, all this is very good. On the other hand families are also a major instrument of control. This goes far beyond what we can imagine from any parents-children relationship, but includes all cousins and when it comes to a population of only 2 million citizens, Sustainche is sure that everybody in Macedonia somehow has family ties to everybody. In this respect Macedonia as a territory is something like a huge village. Enjoying being a country boy this is still ok for Sustainche. However, the problem arrives when it comes to change ! Sustainche learnt from his Biology and Sociology studies that change naturally is triggered by what can be named ‘outsiders’ of a population, from those who are in touch with an outside world which is different from what the individuals more to the centre of the population can recognize as to be THEIR world. This it is natural for viruses as well as for humans. In this context Sustainche also enjoys referring to the famous ‘Cave Analogy’ of the great Greek Philosopher Plato, which was written as a fictional dialogue between Plato’s teacher Socrates and Plato’s older brother Glaucon. At the end of the ‘Cave Analogy’ Plato describes the end of Socrates, who by the Athenians was sentenced to death for his philosophic brilliance … literally rather than fictionally.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Allegory_of_the_cave

To be concluded

The whole story plays in Macedonia, specifically in Ohrid/Struga region but it could happen anywhere on this Planet Earth. We need to being acquainted with that there are different types of ‘developed’ countries on Planet Earth that act in different manners to ‘help’ less developed countries – like for example Macedonia: There are countries that are a bit old fashioned; they concentrate on protecting their ‘natural right’ to have access to natural petroleum resources. Other countries believe that ‘nuclear power’ is the business future, which in fact is a bit difficult to understand after the Chernobyl event in the Ukraine as of 1986. Last but not least the smartest country simply wants to have their hands on water resources on a worldwide scale.

Referring to the last business model, it happened that experts of the foreign Public Investment Bank of the said country … Sustainche now forgot the name of the country … arrived in Ohrid and Struga and told the Municipality authorities: ‘We will help you !’ ‘Very nice’, was the immediate response. First of all it was discovered that the three existing companies operating in the water sector on behalf of both Municipality should be merged. It was the time of the ‘merging movie’ inspired by the World Bank’s philosophy; efficiency is most important in market economy and, thus, everything and anything except Santa Claus must be merged. There are various consulting companies that during this period earned a fortune in organizing merging processes. The same companies now make a fortune again with separating merged giants; we might have in mind General Motors, the once largest automobile company in the world, which just recently declared bankruptcy.

Never mind, in this particular case of Lake Ohrid region merging technically and operationally could have made sense. The foreign Public Investment Bank had one more striking good argument: ‘WE will provide a donation in order to invest in the Municipalities’ water supply and waste water system. Money for free !’ Hmmm … this sentence – of course – was a bit exaggerated. The foreign Public Investment Bank did not take THEIR own moneyski, but money that tax payers worked for. In any case, the envisaged grant was given. The foreign Public Investment Bank ‘even’ organized and paid a project named ‘Accompanying Measures’ to facilitate institutional strengthening and capacity building for the newly merged public utility service company. The truth behind this exercise was indeed not to strengthen anything, but just to have a constant inside view on how the company is financially performing. Just to cover the real intention, the foreign Public Investment Bank started to discuss about loans provided together with another European Public Investment Bank. “Well, loans … I’m only a small Polar Bear, but at this point I would become really suspicious”, Sustainche interferes. Very much correct: As soon as a Public Investment Bank tries ‘to sell’ loans, everybody should hear the ‘Master Alarm’ bells. 

To be concluded

Being a refugee due to climatic change, Sustainche could also feel frustrated, paralyzed and without any hope. But he is not. Why ? Because Sustainche has a VISION: SUSTAINABLE DEVELOPMENT. This vision keeps him going on every day. Perhaps it is easier to motivate Polar Bear Sustainche for change, and a new way of thinking and working rather than any human mammal. In fact, Sustainche in the material sense of the meaning has nothing to loose; he has nothing. However, by learning with his Sustains™ family Sustainche rather gains every day and feels rich.

The génération précaire also has nothing, but they benefited from their parents’ living standard and experienced that there is a lot to loose for them … or not to reach any more in the future. During the first years after the Second World War and for the Baby Boom generation afterwards the physiological situation was much easier: While starting from “zero” or “almost bottom” you can only climb up … provided that the Cold War would not turn into a Third World War; the chance for that to happen was real. However, if you find yourself on the top of material prosperity and ‘somehow’ deep in your heart you feel that this living standard is not easy to keep – in particular not in competition with youngsters of a developing super power like the Peoples Republic of China – than the fears and worries start to influence the entire behaviour and all walks of life. Additionally, and this can be observed in the United States of America since at least one decade, the middle class without any doubt is eroding on all corners and now also Europe’s middle class is descending into the maelstrom.

Who might think that all this is due to some ‘Global Financial Crisis’ is tragically wrong. Sustainche understands well enough that all this started much earlier. It is a question of society development. Now that all kinds of crisis we can imagine and their psychological collateral damages accumulate at one point the entire inevitable development is only accelerated. The huge rucksack full of State debts is just the cherry on the top. The inconvenient truth is that it is the time now to organize the decline of European and western World societies in large. Their zenith is crossed – their historical time is about to end ! Panem et circenses – bread and circus events are not enough any more; they only visualize the total bankruptcy of the society model.

In this respect and by taking into consideration that the Republic of Macedonia is on the way to join the European Union, where most Macedonian citizens expect the ‘land where honey and milk flows’, it is to tell everybody and in particular the youngsters the truth that the game is over before they are allowed to participate. In simple words and given as a prophecy: The material prosperity today still visible in EU societies will melt away like snow in the sun and it will never ever be achievable for Macedonia.

Just to understand and accept this is a good socio-psychological point of departure. Starting from here there is only one path left to go: Sustainable Development. Ideologies have failed to be in favour of human life; both, socialism AND capitalism. Being not ‘over-developed’ in the manner as many other European countries are and this includes all its systemic stupidities, now turns into a competitive advantage for Macedonia ! Considering the country’s potential in particular in terms of Slow Food™ and Integrated Sustainable Rural Development as well as Rural Sustainable Tourism, Macedonia can indeed become a poster child for Sustainable Development in Europe.

Sustainche believes that Sustainable Development has a lot to do with a ‘Better Quality of Life’ ! ‘Quality’ is the key word and different from quantitatively ‘More’ ! Sustainche can not find anything better to describe his perception for quality than ‘Slow Food™’: good, clean and fair – which practically represents the three pillows of Sustainable Development, economy, environment and social issues. For Sustainche Sustainable Development is HIS VISION that first of all activates his energy and at the same time touches his big red heart and, yet, gives him hope (in Macedonian language надеж/nadez) for the future. Nothing more, but also nothing less ! Sustainche is sure that it was no coincidence that a personality with a big African heart likes Barack Obama exactly now appeared on the stage of global history and was able to inspire in particular the young Americans; they were those who finally made him President of the United States of America.

Sustainche would enjoy meeting President Barack Obama
and discuss about Sustainable Development.
YES WE CAN !

“So, what happened to the génération précaire ?”, Sustainche wonders; he still is not very deep in Sociology studies. Sustainche learnt that we talk about a current young generation aged from 20 to 35. Brought up in the carefree 1980s and 1990s, these today’s young Europeans have graduated into a world of temporary contracts, various internships and unemployment, which has influenced their attitudes to the point where they might be also dubbed ‘the worried generation’. It is said that they are pragmatic, rather apolitical with no particular ideology or vision, and highly individualistic. It is a group that tends to focus more on “me” rather than “we”. The main and indeed only focus is on obtaining a good standard of living. Being internationally educated and determined to do something, but not appreciated and granted any chance to show what they can do, these youngsters become even more frustrated. Although the génération précaire by no means could be regarded as revolutionists before, the current economic crisis has additionally failed to inspire any spirit of rebellion, which has largely been superseded by anxieties about a lack of job security.

“Well, this appears to be a really desperate situation … indeed on a European scale … and with additional ‘Kafana’ specialities in Macedonia”, Sustainche summarizes. “So, what to do with such a completely paralyzed generation … ?”

To be concluded

Sustainche for the longest time believed that a University being the highest level education institution is indeed a real ‘Alma Mata’, which in Latin language describes a ‘feeding mother’ – feeding with literacy and knowledge. The University of Bologna has the slogan ‘Alma mater studiorum’.

Ok, we might argue that Sustainche is too deep into some kind of ‘perfect world thinking’. However, what Sustainche demands is rather simply: It is honour. In this respect and after meeting some indeed honourable old Professors in Skopje, Sustainche first of all could not imagine that the widespread Macedonian ‘Kafana’ approach and ‘Chiefs and Red Indians’ movie is also performed at Macedonian Universities. Unfortunately, it is !

In fact, Universities here are a perfect mirror of Macedonia’s central socio-psychological problem. Sustainche remembers well when he reviewed the first drafts of documents prepared by University Professors for the ‘National Strategy for Sustainable Development in the Republic of Macedonia’ that he couldn’t believe what was presented. Not only that the majority of these people could never keep any dead line of submitting anything. No, the content as such seemed to be submitted to other projects before – copy and paste, 100 times if necessary – and there was nothing visible that could have been accepted to testify any basic understanding of Sustainable Development according to international standards. Beyond this and after some time, Polar Bear Sustainche became aware that there obviously exist some major problems in terms of a structured way of thinking.  A structured way of thinking naturally should characterize academics and this somehow refers to what the old Greeks understood as lógos.

For the University Professors it was clear on how to solve the problem: Kafana approach with ‘Chiefs and Red Indians’. Sustainche in the meantime knows enough PhD candidates who in fact do all the work that their Professors are obligated to do – and this includes their contributions to international projects. The financial benefits – of course – remain for the Professor; they are the respected and honourable ‘supervisors’ … and, yes, ‘Chief’. Red Indian students who plan to enjoy a University career should rather keep their big mouth shut, even though knowing that their ‘Chief’ is corrupt when it comes to examination or selling PhD degrees.

While searching the Matrix, Sustainche today discovered the extremely interesting web site of a ‘Private Faculty’ in Skopje pretending to offer studies in what they call ‘Environmental Economy – Sustainable Development’. “So, what now ?”, Sustainche asks himself, “either I can become an ‘Environmental Economist’ … which is good enough for environmental accounting, or – even better but indeed a much more sophisticated topic – a Master of ‘Sustainable Development’. Sustainche reads further on and quotes: ‘In few words, the student will be trained and skilled to be a Manager for protection and improvement of the environment at a micro level (in enterprises) and at a macro level (in state institutions).’ “Hmmm … what a misunderstanding and abuse of the terminus technicus ‘Sustainable Development’ ! And for such a nonsense parents should pay for their kids Euro 500 per semester … ?” Sustainche is stunned. He can not find any lecturer who might even remotely being qualified to offer such demanding studies.

The surprise rose exponentially when Sustainche on the said web site found a publication named ‘Journal of Sustainable Development, Vol. 1, Issue 2’ on ‘Sustainable Development Key Challenges for Republic of Macedonia’. Sustainche can not believe what he sees … and his round brown eyes become even larger than they naturally are ! He knows this document !!! This is the official project document prepared for the Government of the Republic of Macedonia and it was envisaged as to be the ‘National Strategy for Sustainable Development in the Republic of Macedonia’ to inform the Macedonian public in large … … … … ? What kind of thieves these people are ! Everybody – of course all ‘Professors’ – except Santa Claus claims to be the original writer in the list of authors, but those who mainly wrote this ‘publication’ are not mentioned at all … .

Well, Sustainche for today has enough of Chiefs and Thieves. He also doesn’t like to be a Red Indian in Macedonia … he only likes to remain Sustain™ Sustainche with his big red heart and amongst his Sustains™ family. But he learnt that the most important thing in Macedonia is to pretend something that you will never be.

Sustainche has identified Macedonia’s central social problem, which is – precisely speaking – a socio-psychological problem: “Too many Chiefs – not enough Red Indians !”

For Sustainche it is always impressing to follow how many Professors, Directors and VIPs in most important ‘instituciji’ this small territory with only about 2 Million citizens can offer. The European Commission is impressed as well and therefore in its latest progress report as of November 2008 and relevant for EU accession the EC urges substantial reforms in the public administration. However, for ‘Golden Macedonians’ this is not a problem at all. These people far away in Brussels simply can not understand that ‘Golden Macedonians’ graduate in ‘Kafana University’. This is something that is not well-known in the rest of Europe.

“Having a ‘Kafana University’ degree describes the specific ability and approach that if you can not do anything by yourself, you always know somebody who indeed can do.” Sustainche starts to explain. “The ‘Who indeed can do’ may start amongst the closest members of the family and spreads to cousins – this is good and increases the reputation of the Chief and makes him additionally a ‘Patron’. If this is still not enough it is highly recommended to find ‘friends’, and the most important place to meet these ‘friends’ is – exactly … a local restaurant or ‘Kafana’. Kafana is a place where sad lovers cure their sorrows in alcohol and music, gamblers squander entire fortunes, husbands run away from mean wives while shady businessmen, corrupt local politicians and petty criminals do business. The mind … well, provided that there is any mind available or left … and body is hold together by eating massive quantities of food, drinking alcohol, singing at full volume and enjoying dancing. Some people might think that Kafana is mainly a ‘Balkan Boys’ males’ activity, and ‘honest’ women dare only visit finer ones … but you may rest assured that the 1968 equal rights movement also reached the Balkans.”

Not surprising at all, political parties use the same Kafana approach but they additional focus mainly on young people. Those people in power and arriving from ‘Kafana University’ not necessarily can understand, say or write anything properly. Therefore, it is wise to recruit ‘Red Indians’ to do this job … of course under supervision and giving general direction. Every young Macedonian knows: If you want to have a position in an ‘institucija’ you should be a member of one of the available political parties. Otherwise … nema/no job ! The funny thing is that over the past 18 years after independence the same trick was successful all the time and with different political party constellations. It is clear that over such a long period and with various changing Governments in the meantime there are so many ‘Chiefs’ that they by far exceed the number of ‘Red Indians’.

We can follow the final result of all this tragedy every day: Those really well educated and motivated ‘Red Indians’ who completely understand the game and by no means are willing to join the ‘Kafana University Club’ make any kind of effort we can imagine to leave the territory for ever, rather than to work for and support some self-declared but completely incompetent and ‘underexposed’ Chief.

Sustainche would like to address this widespread ‘Kafana University’ phenomenon in Macedonia as to be a very special form of ‘social exclusion’ that until today also the European Commission is not aware of. In fact it is a good reason for demanding asylum in any EU country: Discrimination and systematic mistreatment of an individual or group by another group not because of usually accepted religious, ethnic or political reasons, but persecution and subsequent social, economical and political exclusion because of over-qualification. “What a surprise”, Sustainche thinks.

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Precedentemente si parlava delle kafane belgradesi e poco fa del Danubio. Unendo questi due argomenti non si può non parlare di Zemun, la bella cittadina dai tratti austroungarici, diventata ormai un sobborgo della capitale.

Qui si trovano tra le più interessanti kafane sul Grande Fiume. Una delle preferite, anche perché molto vera e un po’ squinternata, è “Galeb”, l’ultimo locale di un’infilata di ristoranti e bar. Proprio qui nel 2001 avvenne una memorabile serata.

Stasera, insieme a Dulović, autore della guida Serbia a portata di mano che abbiamo tradotto e tradizionale punto di riferimento per conoscere le kafane più nascoste ed autentiche, è una serata tranquilla.

Non appena l’orchestra inizia a suonare le sue melodie struggenti, quelli del tavolo vicino si mettono a cantare tutti insieme una canzone dopo l’altra. Di fronte, sul Danubio passa una delle grosse barche da crociera che risalgono il Grande Fiume.

Beograd è una delle città più belle del mondo, soprattutto per le sue vibrazioni ed il senso tellurico che la pervade.

Come si raccontava insieme ad Andrea in qualche presentazione (quasi) per scherzo la consideriamo la miglior capitale europea. Una città del genere, costruita sulla confluenza di Sava e Danubio possiede un fascino fortissimo, pur avendo poche attrazioni turistiche di prima qualità.

La si può godere anche andando in kafana con gli amici, ascoltare musica nelle centinaia di locali o barche attraccate sui fiumi, o semplicemente osservando lo struscio su Knez Mihajlova, la strada pedonale della città, quasi una lunghissima passarella per le ragazze più belle d’Europa.

Ma Beograd costituisce anche un trampolino, perché secondo noi il cuore della Serbia risiede proprio nei villaggi. È lì che si trovano i personaggi più interessanti ed i prodotti più genuini, ed è nei seli che ci sono capitate le avventure più assurde. È curioso notare che negli ultimi anni il mondo rurale serbo era percepito, specie da alcune élites intellettuali belgradesi, come espressione negativa di un mondo al quale non appartenevano, portatore di valori culturali lontani dai loro, soprattutto durante gli anni durissimi di Milošević che conservava la base del suo potere proprio nelle campagne, tagliate fuori dai pochissimi mezzi di comunicazione indipendenti.

In Serbia i mercati locali, le famose pijace [pronuncia “pìaze”] anche nelle città o nella megalopoli Beograd, hanno sempre un richiamo importante. La base del paese è rimasta contadina, e proprio nelle pijace si trovano i prodotti più genuini.

Il nostro amico Mile ci ha fatto spesso da guida nella Bajlonijeva pijaca, il mercato del suo quartiere (Dorćol), nella parte più antica della capitale, proprio sotto il Kalemegdan.

Rimase famosa la ricerca delle migliori paprike (peperoni) per fare l’ajvar, strepitoso e prelibato prodotto che nella nostra filosofia compone la Santa Trinità Serba.

Il secondo è il kajmak (il formaggio cremoso e grassissimo, senza pari per guarnire i piatti di carne).

Il terzo è ovviamente la rakija, distillato di frutta, meglio se šljivovica, grappa di prugne, assurto appunto a simbolo del paese.

Uno degli aspetti più interessanti del paese è una serata con amici in kafana, le tipiche taverne serbe.

Per noi si dividono in due tipi: in quelle in cui si mangia solamente dove si può sperimentare l’esaltazione dei sapori forti della tradizione culinaria locale. In altre invece, c’è anche musica dal vivo e qui i serbi indugiano per ore cantando le canzoni più amate della loro tradizione. In entrambi i casi la soddisfazione è altissima, se si trova la kafana giusta (e non è poi così difficile).

In questi anni di amicizia con Dušan abbiamo diviso serate indimenticabili in entrambi i tipi di taverne. Uno delle esperienze più assurde (senza musica) nella kafana “Kamiondžije” (Il Camionista) a Svrljig, vicino a Niš, diventata famosa per preparare i piatti di carne al metro. Infatti già dal menu si può constatare questa strana tradizione.

Nel 2005 ordinammo in tre 1,88 metri di carne (1 m di rolovana vešalica, carne di maiale arrotolata e ripiena, e 88 cm di ražnjići, gli spiedini, ovvero spiedoni): dicevamo che ci eravamo mangiati Saša Đorđević, visto che proprio quella era l’altezza del campione di basket.

Questa volta scegliamo un posto nuovo, la kafana “Brka” nel paesino di Jelašnica, poco oltre Niška Banja.

Anche se non abbiamo mangiato a metro, siamo rimasti pienamente soddisfatti.

L’ultimo atto a Zlatibor è stato l’arrivederci (condito da caffè turco e varie rakije) ai miei ospiti, una famiglia con cui ci conosciamo da anni. Poi, verso mezzogiorno arrivo in bus a Gornji Milanovac, città del mio amico Boban (Slobodan) che proprio oggi festeggia il suo compleanno.

Siamo amici dal 2003, poi ho incontrato tutta la sua famiglia, compreso suo nonno Ljuba (Ljubomir), con cui nel tempo si è instaurato uno speciale rapporto di affetto. Purtroppo non ho conosciuto nessuno dei miei nonni: uno morì in Russia, l’altro quando avevo due mesi; invece mi sono potuto godere una nonna, morta quando avevo dieci anni. Andando spesso a trovare Boban e la sua famiglia dicevo scherzando ma neanche troppo che deda Ljuba era il mio nonno adottivo.

Deda Ljuba è mancato nello scorso novembre, all’età di 80 anni. Abitava a Boljkovci, un selo (villaggio) sulle colline sopra Gornji Milanovac, a circa una mezz’oretta dal capoluogo. Siamo in piena Šumadija, il cuore geografico e storico della Serbia. Gli Aksentijevići sono una famiglia molto unita. Dopo che Deda era rimasto vedovo, cercavano di andare spesso al selo per stargli vicino. Ovviamente tutti aiutano per i lavori agricoli quando c’è bisogno, nipoti compresi.

Boljkovci è un vero e proprio selo. C’è anche una piccola kafana (ma solo per bere), il cui proprietario è un cugino di Deda chiamato krtica (la talpa). La casa di Deda sorge isolata, a qualche chilometro dal paese. Di fronte, c’è anche la casa di Olgica, una simpatica vecchietta col bastone, altra parente di Deda.

Spesso suo figlio Zdravko viene a trovarla (ovviamente la tendenza è che i giovani vadano a vivere nelle città abbandonando i villaggi come questo).

Dall’altra parte della strada si trova il frutteto degli Aksentijevići, tra cui le famose šljive (le prugne) con gli alberi che da lontano sembrano dipinti di blu Le rakije, cioè i distillati di frutta, si sa, sono uno dei prodotti più tipici e genuini dei Balkani. Da secoli i segreti della lavorazione vengono gelosamente tramandati di generazione in generazione e praticamente in ogni villaggio si può trovare dell’eccellente rakija fatta in casa.

In Serbia il 90% della rakija è šljivovica, cioè distillato di prugne, divenuto uno dei simboli del paese, tanto che durante l’embargo si scherzava sulla (parziale) autarchia alla quale i serbi erano stati costretti dicendo «Fuck the coca, fuck the pizza, all we need is šljivovica».

Deda possedeva un alambicco stratosferico con cui produceva, aiutato dalla famiglia, ettolitri di rakija, per la gran parte šljivovica. Nel 2004 si raggiunse forse l’apoteosi, con i rami che spezzavano per il loro peso.

Di solito negli anni buoni si arriva a 1500 litri (!). Ora sono Boban e suo papà Miro a produrla.

In breve, proprio dai terreni degli Aksentijevići dovrebbe passare la nuova autostrada Beograd – Bar (in Montenegro) con fondi europei. Se ne parla da anni ma il progetto sembra sicuro, anche se i tempi non si conoscono. La famiglia ha accettato l’idea ma ha tirato un sospiro di sollievo quando ha saputo i dettagli: «Uf, per fortuna passerà sulla casa», hanno esclamato, «e non sopra il frutteto! Una casa si ricostruisce facilmente, gli alberi di šljiva no…».

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Non ero riuscito ad essere presente al funerale di Deda e ci tenevo a dargli un ultimo saluto. Così insieme a Boban sono andato al cimitero del villaggio per bere una šljiva sulla sua tomba. Come si fa in questi casi, prima di tutto se ne versa un po’ a terra per coloro che non ci sono più.

Nikada nisam bila tip za kafanu. Odnosno, isla sam po kafanama, kada se nesto slavilo, uglavnom, sa muzem, kumovima i prijateljima. Medjutim, ono sto me je uvek nerviralo, to su muzikanti koji su nam stajali iza ledja. Meni to nikako nije pasovalo, jer tako nisam mogla da pricam ni sa kim a da pevam, nije dolazilo u obzir. Takva sam, sta da radim. Mogla je da prodje ta kafanska muzika, ali tamo negde da stoje u cosku i da sviraju i pevaju.  Sve pesme koje su se meni svidjale su starogradske ili romanse. To su pesme uz koje se tesko moze veseliti. Svaka ta pesma mene baca u tesku bedaru, a one sto su za veselje, meni se ne svidjaju. Moja omiljena pesma je “Pisi mi” . Na pomenutom linku je peva Nena Ivosevic.

Svaki put, ako je i slucajno cujem, izaziva takvu tugu u meni, da bih mogla da se derem danima. A nije ona jedina. Ima ih bezbroj.

Sledeca pesma o kojoj zelim da vam kazem koju rec je pesma “Jesenje lišće”, koja je bila omiljena pesma moje mame. I, dok je bila vrlo zivahna, kada bi cula ovu pesmu, govorila nam je da joj obavezno pustimo tu pesmu na sahrani. I deslilo se to, da je umrla dve nedelje posle tate i setimo se, sestra i ja, njene zelje. Angazujemo Pozorisni hor, koji je priznao da ne zna tu pesmu da peva, ali, samo da mi spremimo lovu, oni ce to odraditi.  I, na sam dan sahrane, postroje se oni i glavni horovodja, pridje da nam saopsti da NISU USPELI DA JE NAUCE  i da ce otpevani NESTO PRIGODNO. Sta da vam kazem? Da li treba da vam opisujem svoj bez, ocaj, izdaj i nemoć? Otpevali su NESTO PRIGODNO, totalno nebitno sta! Neverovatno je da nisu znali pesmu koja je stara gradska pesma a hor je isto tako sastavljen od starijih pevaca. Mogli su se potruditi da citaju tekst a muzika se lako pamti. Pa zaboga, za novac koji su trazili, mogli su uloziti malo truda. Pesma je predivna, isto tako, pogubna za moje zivce.

Tatina omiljena pesma je bila O JELO, JELO, JELENA! Ne znam zasto bas ta pesma. Mozda zato sto mu je najstarija sestra zvala Jelena. Ona je nedavno umrla. Pisla sam o njoj.  To je jedna vedra pesmica, koja meni nije bas nesto, ali dobro, on je voleo.

Najvise smo se moj bivsi i ja druzili sa nasim kumovima koji su otisli da zive u Ameriku. Moja kuma i moj bivsi su bili uvek za kafanske provode, a moj kum i ja ne. Kuma je ludovala sa ciganima, stajala sa njima celo vece, veselila se i pevala, sto je kuma uzasno nerviralo. Moj bivsi nije bio takav fanatik, ali je voleo cigane. I uvek bi nastajao rat izmedju dva tabora, da li ici u kafanu ili ostati kod kuce, gledati tv, zezati se i smejati. Jedanput bismo popustili mi, jedanput oni i svi zadovoljni.

I tako, posto je zivot mog bivseg bio uglavnom okrenut kafani, ja sam je, naravno iz razumljivih razloga, zamrzela do panja, tako da sada zaista nikako ne zelim da je posecujem, a i razlog su pesme koje me totalno “skenjaju”, sto bi rekli klinci, a pravi je opis za stanje u kome se tada nalazim.

Sve u svemu, vise mi prijaju pesme koje su vesele, mada volim i evergrin i Masima Savica i … ma ko ce ih sve znati.

Mozete se i vi prikljuciti vasim misljenjem o muzici koju volite!

Što baš Cvele? Eto, pade mi na pamet par njegovih izjava, pa sam ga povezala sa opuštenim razmišljanjem o jebanom životu.

Kada sam ga upoznala imao je oko 42-43 godine. Profesionalni konobar, veseo čovek sa širokim osmehom na licu. Uvek. Izađe Cvele iz kafane u kojoj je radio i u 4 ujutru ugleda dečka koji skače po haubi njegovog auta. Svi ostali potrče da ga oteraju sa haube, psuju ga, viču, a Cvele mrtav hladan kaže „Šta vam je bre ljudi, mora da mu nešto nije dobro, čim u 4 ujutru mora da skače po automobilu. Pustite ga, proćiće i to. Hahaha…“

Dođe klinac kod njega i kaže da želi da ostavi utisak pred devojčicom, kako je opasan lik. Dogovori se sa Cveletom da ga ovaj sve sluša, što mali zatraži kad bude došao. Dođu tako klinac i devojčica, naruče piće, picu, a Cvele trčka oko stola. „Izvolite gospodine, da li je sve u redu, treba li Vam još nešto…“ i sve tako. Onda ga mali pozove, izvadi žvaku iz usta i kaže mu. „Slušaj matori, da mi čuvaš ovu žvaku dok budem večerao, pa da mi je posle vratiš, da te ne bih sredio. Jesi li razumeo?“ „Nema problema gospodine.“ Cvele donese tacnu i sa širokim osmehom prihvati da čuva žvaku. Mala ostane zapanjena i nešto kasnije povaljena, a Cvele i klinac se upišaju od smeha.

Cvele je bio dugo godina u braku, a onda se zaljubio u drugu neku ženu. Odlepio totalno za njom. Kažu mu: „Nemoj Cvele, šta ti je, imaš dobru i lepu ženu. Zajebi tu švaleraciju, ostavićete žena ako te provali.“ On na to kaže: „Volim ja moju bračnu saputnicu, ali šta da radim. Kad spavam sa ženom, ko da spavam sa stricem, ama baš ništa ne osećam. Eeee…a ova je zmaj. Pogleda me samo i ja sam skoro gotov. Jebi ga šta da radim, proćiće i to.“

Nažalost, par godina kasnije Cveletova žena je poginula u saobraćajnoj nesreći. Nije nikada saznala da joj je muž „šarao“. Voleo je Cvele nju, bez obzira na sve. Ostao je sam sa ćerkom, ali Cvele optimista kao i uvek. Preboleo i nastavio dalje. Nije više Cvele konobar, sad je vlasnik jedne od najboljih kafana u Kraljevu. Čim budem ponovo otišla tamo, idem kod Cveleta u kafanu, da popijemo po koju domaću radžu i da još po nešto naučim od njega. Cvele je samo takav lik.

Elem, stigosmo mi konačno u zemunsku kafanu. Mislim, tako je ljudi predstavljaju. Valjda zato što tu sviraju tamburaši. Inače, to bi bio jedan mali zagušljivi bar, sa 4 stola i bez prozora. Kad sam skinula jaknu i smestila svoje dupence na neugodnu klupicu, primetih nešto čudno. Od tamburaša ni traga, a nadrndani konobar je puštao Moloko. Meni u tom trenutku bi malo drago, ne samo zato što mi je to omiljeni bend, nego eto što moje uši neće celo veče slušti vovjvodjanske pesme. Odmah da naglasim: nemam ja ništa protiv naše narodne muzike, ali ljudi, ja sam iz Vojvodine, tamburaša sam se do 10 godine naslušala za ceo život i već tada sam znala da to nije muzika za mene. 

Nekih pola sata kasnije udjoše u prostoriju dva postarija čoveka, sa oklembešenim pljugama u ustima,  i na opšte oduševljenje prisutnih, dohvatiše se harmonike i gitare??? Bila sam malo zbunjena, ali sam pretpostavila da će tamburaši verovatno kasnije doći. Ali… Nisu. Harmonikaš i gitarista su bili tamburaši. I krenuše njih dvojica da uveseljavaju mlade svojom pesmom. Bar su pokušavali. Dal’ zbog godina, dal’ zbog pljuga njih dvojica su naizmenično pevali. Jedan stih harmonikaš, drugi stih gitarista. Lepo. Ravnopravno.  I to za samo 1000 dinara po pesmi. Hvala bogu pa se u publici uvek nadje neko sa sluhom, glasom i raspoloženjem da im pripomogne. No, naši tamburaši posle par pesama odlučiše da mi i nismo baš neka davajuća publika, pa odoše za drugi sto ( koji nije sa nama slavio rodjendan) i nastaviše da njima sviraju na uvce. Takva nepravda nije prošla bez negodovnja, ali mi skupismo neke pare i rešismo da ovog puta sa njima pametno raspolažemo, i da dajemo pare po pesmi. I kad su se bludni sinovi vratili kod nas, a mi izvadili pare i spisak, oni nam rekoše da za 200 dinara neće ni strofu da nam odsviraju. Ta rečenica me je toliko iznervirala pa sam se isključila iz dalje priče( entuzijazam je spalasnuo sa njihovom prvom pesmom, tako da o njemu u daljem textu više neće biti reči).  Ali pesma se nastavi, devojke poskakaše na stolice, a muškarci krenuše da šljapkaju rukama i da se klate u ritmu.

No, ni ovo veselje ne potraje. U kafanicu udje desetak pijanih i ljutih ortaka. Stali su za šank i bili su mnooogo ljuti. Jedan je bio toliko pijan da je pocepao svoju majicu i tako polugo se šetao od jednog kraja šanka  do drugog. Pretpostavljam da je hteo da demonstrira svoju snagu a našu nemoć. Jer njima baš i ne treba neki povod za tuču. Deset ljutih ortaka. Raspoloženje je isparilo. Svi su zaćutali i trudili se da ne gledaju u njihovom pravcu… Ja sam osetila kako u meni raste mržnja prema takvim ljudima. Blejačima. Koji će da te pretuku bez imalo razmišljanja. Za njih kao da posledice ne postoje. Kao da ne razmišljuju ni 5 minuta u napred. Kao da nemaju šta da izgube. Ta njihova spremnost na sve potpuno je paralisala sve ljude. I muziku. I vazduh. I tako je dolazak 10 ljutih ortaka poremetio celu koncepciju i šaljivi ton moje priče. Potom su usledele rasprave. Te ovoga nema u svetu, ja sam bio u Švedskoj, tamo je potpuno drugačije, te ovo je posledica rata/tranzicije/bombardovanja…. U dublje socijalno psihološke analize nisam htela da se uključujem…  Ni kad je 10 ljutih ortaka otislo da zagadjuje atmosferu drugim ljudima, raspoloženje se nije popravilo. Ostalo je u vazduhu. 

I moja priča nema kraj. Prekinuta je, na isti način kako je i moje veče prekinuto. Nemam zaključak, niti bilo šta pametno da kažem. JBG

01. was born intro
02. Fazla Soze Gerek Yok
03. Bana Gore Degil Bu Isler
04. M.i.kerim
05. Calinti Stil
06. DeeperLude
07. Aglasan Elin Tutulmaz (feat. Nef’i)
08. Gelecege 5 dk.
09. Takma Kafana
10. Firtina
11. Drrlin’Lude
12. Storieteller (feat. Attila)
13. Yildizlar
14. Dongu (Zet & Forsa)
15. Tekrarlar (feat. Zet)
16. Kendine Gel (InterLude #3)
17. Karakafa ’93
18. die slow outro
19. (Bonus) Beat 81
20. (Bonus) What’s Goin’on in room no 200
21. (Bonus) Wait for Deepnot
22. (Bonus) Battle Champion (Give me just 10 min.)
23. (Bonus) Scratchible
24. (Bonus) Adini Deniz Koydum Enstrumantal

TIKLA İNDİR

Dođoh na produktivnu ideju i ekstragavantnu zamisao!Dođoh na ideju da otvorim kafanicu na blogu tako da možemo neobavezno da se skupljamo i ločemo!Cene pića čista sića, kelnerica i nisam neka, ali pivo je vrhunsko!Naravno na meniju ima i žestine pa ko voli nek izvoli u Punkyjevu kafanicu zvanu “Bunker”!Može nešto i da se mezi, što bi rekli na čačkalicu…Muzika po želji, samo R`n`R, a za narodnjake ćete morati sami da se organizujete, ja dajem prostor a vi pevaljku!

Nema veresije i ne služimo pijane goste!Hik…

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