Of those drunk hooligans last night…

First of all, if you have no idea what this is about or if you’re one of those dumb people who LOL at everything, please, stay away. Last night there was enough morons for one whole year in my life, so STFU. Oh yes, any weird, generalising, nationalist or separatist comments to this will be deleted, too. I don’t care if you’re a random troll from whatever place, you’re not going to spam my blog.

Then, salutes to wonderful people such as Sigge, Vera and Fran. And, no, I don’t think any of you is a part of the ignorant world. Ignorant world is everywhere, including here. I guess that’s what I forgot to state in my previous post. It’s those people who get things wrong and never react against anything bad:(

Things were like hell last night. The whole centre of the city was demolished by hooligans and I have no idea how does that relate to Kosovo in any way. Basically, for those of you who don’t know, 500 000 people gathered on what was supposed to be, and mostly was, a peaceful protest in front of the national parliament and later on, inside and around the biggest Orthodox church on the Balkans; against the illegal (from the point of law) independence of the province of Kosovo, which our [Serbian] government did not accept, as well as many other countries, including Spain, Slovakia and Romania. However, among those 500 000 people, there were about 1000 hooligans, likely football fans, bikers, school dropouts, notorious teenage drunks and similar waste, butthole of the country. Those hooligans separated from the main group, broke the security and robbed two clothing stores close to the parliament.

[flash http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DLYFaF5-ugY]

After that, they went to the USA embassy and set it on fire somehow. The staff was evacuated and the firemen managed to put the fire out, but one of the hooligans was apparently so drunk, that he ended up being caught in fire and he burned alive, they still didn’t manage to indentify him and notify his family. Then they set the Croatian flag in front of the Croatian embassy on fire and threw a couple of rocks, but police finally reacted and saved the building, so the hooligans then set a private house next door on fire and, as firemen couldn’t arrive, people in the house, among them an elderly couple, had to put out the fire on their own and they lost two rooms in fire. They also tried to attack Canadian, Bosnian, Belgian, Turkish, Italian, German and British embassy - doubt it was because of any of those countries in particular, but because those were on their way back to the innner centre of the city. Since all attempts resulted only in broken windows, they ended up setting random people’s cars and trash bins on fire.

My friend Dragana at some pont ended up in front of the Turkish embassy, trying to calm people down. The police did arrive, but only when her workmate called them. They were slow, dumb and useless and nothing was really solved until the special forces were brought out.

Then they went to one of the main squares and totally destroyed the first McDonald’s restaurant in the city that has been around for 20 years, in a house that belonged to a famous writer, which had old furniture on the upper floor and was protected by law, and back in the days, many of my schoolmates’ birthdays were celebrated there and somehow it’s a place where I like to go alone. It was also set on fire, but the firemen managed to put that fire down as well. Idiots. Too much hypocricy, huh? They have a problem with McDonald’s, yet they use foreign slang and, right now, steal foreign branded clothes? Come on, those people aren’t even extreme nationalists, just extreme morons and drunken youth on crack or something, in case they can’t afford that crack.

They came accross another, bigger one, where my friends and I usually hang out and threw a self-made bomb inside, but that one is not as damaged. On their stampedo through the centre, they robbed almost all the stores in the city, from groceries to shops with expensive watches (Lush shop somehow wasn’t robbed, maybe because we have enormous window blinds that are hard to break).

One guy filmed two random bitches among those hooligans, stealing stuff.
[flash http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5VWZoKWBYXE]

Later on, as this footage ended up on TV all accross the world, these girls phoned the main TV stations and claimed that “they were not stealing, just taking” because “they have nothing”. Yes, right, how about the butt tattoo and expensive hairdo? YEAH RIGHT, they have nothing and are poor, starving people who are going to eat the shoes and clothes they stole. Seeeriously They’re, of course, going to be arrested, together with 192 people who were already arrested and more of them who are being searched for at the moment. Stupid miserable sluts, using other people’s sadness to

Clearly, these people were protesting against Kosovo indepedence by destroying, well, capital of our own country…yeah, right…:(:(:(

Luckily, foreign politicians, apart from the Germans who seem to be very errr…German about this, have stated and realised that these people were hooligans and that they won’t hold a grudge against Serbia. But the centre of Beograd now looks like a sight of war and who knows how long it will take for everything to be back to normal.

The K-thing(s) and more.

For god knows which time in my life, I woke up in a different country and I didn’t even move one single centimetre away from where I’d been before. I woke up in the same bed, surrounded by same posters of kittens and Kitten and same stuffed animals, there was the same pile of handwritten poems on the night table and the same old pen I love to write with. But all those things, together with me amongst them were now a part of something that got torn apart…again.

It’s alright, it’s alright
If the news says half the truth
Hearing what we want is the secret of eternal youth
It’s alright, it’s alright,
If the planet splits in three…

Sometimes it was the name that was changing, sometimes it was the territory, sometimes both. If this was Michael Ende’s Neverending Story, this’d probably be the part when a huge NOTHING is trying to eat everything, before Bastian comes. But this time there won’t be Bastian, for sure, there won’t be Moonchild. It’s more like Momo, where mysterious men in grey, with weird-looking cigarettes are walking around, taking the last bits of imagination from people’s minds and turning them into something they never wanted to become.

Given the fact how uneducated many people around the world, especially in rich countries are nowadays, I can’t explain them that I was born in a 22 million people country and that I live in a 6 million people country now (I think it’s 6?!); without them thinking I’m on some synthetic drug. They don’t need to worry about it anyway, when life is all about spending money on things one doesn’t even need, looking up to celebrities and trying to have some sort of an image. Or, it’s all about spending money on celebrities. Or…whatever.

It’s alright, it’s alright
Cause the system never fails
The good guys are in power
And the bad guys are in jail

If this was The Simpsons Movie, there’d be Tom Hanks describing how a new canyon is going to be formed in the middle of Europe. And this is the kind of morbid thinking that was in my mind in March 1999 as well, right before the big guys fucked the shit out of us (pardon my language). I was reading 100 Years Of Solitude and the end of the book got me so scared that my first-ever air emergency sirens two days later literally made me think we’re all going to die within a minute. My dad then told me that “every generation has to go through at least one war”. I asked him if that’s the case with people in e.g. Greenland as well. I don’t even want to ask him if his opinion has changed in the past nine years. Perhaps it hasn’t.

I guess many things fell apart in the last 10 months. And in all of them, one side totally profited, while the other remained screwed for the time being, although, by all possible means, that side was meant to be the one that’s better, stronger, smarter. It’s weird how I draw parallels among all those things. It’s weird that bad sides of the story always begin with the same letter.

I could’ve put Amazon affiliate links in all these book and movie titles, but that’d be too me, too sarcastic and thought-provoking [in reference to the third paragraph] and I’m not in the mood for sarcasm now, I’m 100% serious this time.

If we forget about them don’t worry
If they forget about us then hurry
How about the people who don’t matter anymore?

What happens when it stops?

I caubt a cobd. I hope it goeb abay soon. I hate bbeing ibb.

On Sunday, we had the second round of presidental elections here in Serbia. Our president was re-elected, but the suspense of the day and the evening was rather annoying, as if it was a basketball game and not elections so, under that impression, I stayed up all night, fell asleep in the morning and woke up only once, when one of Lush’s head people called me from UK.

When I woke up at six in the evening, I got to the living room and my mom was sitting there.

Me: Mom, I’m sorry that I slept at such odd time.
Mom: You see, I’m still alive…
Me: Naturally?!
Mom: …but the man next door, unfortunately, isn’t. He died during the night. They couldn’t even take a coffin up here, so they had to carry him.

I asked her to spare me details, as it already sounded as a beginning (or more precisely, an ending) of a very sad story, but as I went to the widow to express my condolescences, I heard everything.

So, the neighbour was a smoker (ever since they moved in, my room was stinking of low-quality cigarettes and it took me ages to figure out why, as I am not a smoker) and he quit smoking after having had a stroke about a year ago. But each time I’d stay up all night, I’d hear him cough in the morning, and it was not a normal cough, it was painful to listen and rather worrying. But, as we were not close as we were with our previous neighbours, I never asked him if he was alright.

Then, on Sunday, he took his wife out for her birthday. They walked to the restaurant and back home, after having reserved the place for next week, as he was planning a retirement party for his friends and soon-to-be ex workmates. After they got home, he sat down to watch a football game on TV and his wife went to have a shower. At some point, he just collapsed and she came back to the living room only to find him on the floor. She was trying to wake him up, she spilled a bucket of water over him, but nothing helped. He was gone.

Not having managed to make friends with anyone in the building, the widow put the announcement of her husband’s death only on the apartment’s door and not also on the front door, the way it’s usually done here. So, basically, when my parents got out in the morning, they were facing a photo of him and the date of his sudden death, 03rd February 2008.

All of this has got me down, even though we were not close…

Umm…yes, a Monday and a Tuesday?

Two boring days are ahead of me and it’s the same every year. People laugh when I say that 24th and 25th December are the days made-in-heaven when it comes to maintenance on this site, Invisible Movement and the Serbian Lush site. And seriously, that’s what I’m going to be occupied with the next two days, apart from remembering to wish my friends a merry Christmas.

I doubt I’d ever explained this on this domain, so here I go again: please, do not wish me a merry Christmas. I’m Serbian. Serbia is a Christian country (though I’d state this because someone asked me if “I’m not dating because Muslim rules don’t allow that”), but our church is going with Greek old calendarists, Jerusalem Orthodox church, Russian, Ukrainian and Georgian Orthodox churches, as well as some noncanonised churches such as Montenegrin and Macedonian. In terms of religion, we never accepted the Gregorian calendar, according to which Christmas is celebrated on 25th December. And we might not accept it in future either, as we’re sticking with those “big names”.

According to Julian calendar, the name of which obviously comes from Julius Caesar, has been abandoned in all countries of the world in terms of real-life, but is still used in the above mentioned churches. The other Orthodox churches are using a Revised Julian calendar, the solar part of which is indentical to the one of Gregorian calendar. Ironically, although it was a Serbian scientist, Milutin Milanković, who proposed it; the Revised Julian calendar was rejected by Serbian Orthodox Church.

So, if you really want to wish me a merry Christmas, come back on 07th January 2008, because that’s when we’re celebrating it. As for Easter…that’s a whole new story.