It is not without reason that the saying that a person from the side sometimes notices important things about a place better than someone who has lived there all his life. Here, for example, it seems that it is possible, or rather it will be: that it has become possible for you to live in Subotica, or even to be its mayor or some other Factor, without noticing that a significant part of the population of your city - close to half - consists of ethnic Hungarians, people whose mother tongue is Hungarian. Whereby it is not exactly that they have been there since yesterday, but for many centuries, i.e. ever since the ancient Hunnic tribes inhabited Pannonia.
There is something of a paranormal phenomenon in such a systematic oversight, fantasy and horror films are made about such things - almost as if the female or male half of humanity suddenly became invisible. Fortunately, it doesn't happen in reality.
The caring master of our lives and the "president of all citizens" including those with slightly eccentric linguistic habits, shaved his head the other day in Subotica and was astonished to see that he did not see Hungarians, or at least the main Hungarian there, Balint Pastor - and how could the main Serb feel that is on his own without the hospitality of the main Hungarian? This sounds bad enough, but it's actually worse. It turned out that he is not only the main guest of a Serb in Subotica, but also the main guest of a Hungarian, although he is from Subotica, only that no one in charge remembered to invite him as a guest, i.e. to celebrate the upcoming opening of the Novi Sad-Subotica high-speed railway and the renovated Subotica railway station.
Let's say it's a protocol gaffe (um), but Vučić noticed, and got really fed up because of it, that all the signs at the said station are exclusively in Serbian (OOUR Cyrillic) and English, while Hungarian is nowhere to be found, which creates one quite the spooky feeling that there are no - or that they are not desirable - even those Subotica, almost half of them, who call their town Szabadka, the railway station Vasut Allomas, etc. Well, that's when Vučić, who is always sensitive to multiculturalism, got furious, pulled out speechless Vesić, Mayor Bakić and the crew and ordered that everything be arranged as it should and as planned, even if the opening of the station was delayed for a few days because of that. And on that occasion, Pastor Junior will also be brought to him, and boss Orban will probably come to the dernek anyway, what's that to him, a few kilometers from the border with the barbed wire that surrounds his white, Christian empire. You could also take a walk down Maišanski Put.
In all seriousness, Vučić did the right thing, regardless of the fact that almost everyone, or everyone more intelligent than Vesić, knows very well that his tender heart does not tremble with concern for multilingualism and other political-cultural multivitamins, but that he cares about his government, which is very important and stabilizing coalitions with the "local" Hungarian political factor, and even more so with the thunderer from Pest, who is the main political ally and patron of Vučić and the Serbia shaped according to him Europe.
The only doubt can be, if it's entertaining enough for you, whether Vučić's intervention is a spontaneous response to the authentic dullness and primitivism of his "frames" - which, knowing the kind of rubble he gathers, is quite possible, or is it a staged play in which the director is assigned the roles of idiots on duty to the miserable extras (there must be some Drobnjak), and to himself the role of a caring father of a political nation to whom all his children are equally dear to his heart. Which is also much more than possible, rather more than likely and hardly less than certain, knowing his sense of self-aggrandizing theatrics, as well as the complete absence of shame to use any means that at some point bring him political gain. I would not like to talk about some other gains by heart, in the belief that sooner or later they will be dealt with by those whose job and profession is to protect the law. Ah, black hater, isn't that right about a man who doesn't need anything, and will leave us such roads and tracks?! Well, my dears... Sanader also built great roads, and here he is ending his career as a benefactor as a prison librarian.
Be that as it may, soon the Falcon will extend its flight to Subotica, and one fine and supposedly not-so-distant day to Imperial and Royal Pest (which is good regardless of the circumstances). Or will Soko be called Turul-ptica on that section? If you don't know what a turul bird is and what its symbolic importance is, ask Vesić, he surely knows everything about it. In the meantime, you still won't be able to go anywhere else by rail - neither to Timisoara, nor Sofia, nor Skopje, nor Pristina, nor Sarajevo, nor Zagreb. You can go to Podgorica, but it is not recommended if you don't want to get old on the train. But, slowly, everything will come into its own. Don't complain and don't be petty, but give the man ten more mandates, so he can spread his wings.
