Her old man was a boatman., half-Romanian-half-Hungarian, angry dog,
Never mean to me., somehow he knew I loved his daughter
— Djordje Balasevic: The night when the Tisa came
Although nothing is actually funny, let's start in a show tone, just to lighten the atmosphere a bit. Well, one piece of news from the politically correct future:
"The half-Romanian-half-Hungarian association demands that the old song of Đ. Balašević cancels, that is. canceled from the public because it portrays an honest working man as an 'angry rascal', without citing any argument for this other than the mere fact that he is a person of half-Romanian and half-Hungarian nationality, thereby fueling very toxic prejudices against people of half-Romanian-half-Hungarian nationality, who are otherwise equal and equally valuable with persons of all other nationalities, whether partial or full".
Why not push the joke further? "Admittedly, this association has long been irreconcilably divided into half-Romanian-half-Hungarian and half-Hungarian-half-Romanian factions, and they cannot agree on whether the descendant of a Hungarian father and a Romanian mother is the same as a descendant of a Hungarian mother and a Romanian father. The UPRPM trans section has recently joined this confusion, which demands equal rights for the offspring of a Hungarian father and a Romanian mother, which is met with resistance from the traditional sections. However, regarding the need to deal with the old song of Đ. Balašević all agree as one/one/one".
I wonder what Nikola the so-called would make of this flick, as a playwright. Kolja Pejakovic? He is neither a spiritless nor a gifted man. Which does not mean, alas, that she is not serious at the same time. In the past, one thing didn't go well with the other, but in these postmodern-eclectic times, everything has been mixed like in a blender, so even weirder combinations than this are possible. His bizarre career illustrates this perfectly: one moment he acts as a freak from the deep underground, the next as a banal Balkan fascist retard. It would be too easy and simple to say that one of them is the real him and the other is the fake him. Oh yeah. Rather, he will be something like a perfect "half-Romanian-half-Hungarian", a furious ker whose heart sometimes softens. I misused Balašević's (great) poem, neither guilty nor entitled, because Pejaković fell the deepest - and he was prone to falling so many times - when he talked about the so-called "mixed marriages" (who knows what his mental storm caused and ordered) he spoke in such a way that he would have shamed even the editors from the Volkischer Beobachter, with all their idiotic opinions about the decadence and racial harmfulness of Aryan-Jewish blood mixing.
Those less knowledgeable will think I'm exaggerating and caricaturing, but this really happened, not too long ago. It was so nasty and it resonated so badly that even Pejaković himself sort of apologized to those who were surprised and offended, although it left many with the impression of the kind of apology in which the apologist himself begs you not to believe too much.
That was the bottom, I say, but in the meantime, Pejaković happily committed various other not at all innocent pranks, especially for his new and favorite father-in-law, the so-called To Republika Srpska, an ancient country much younger than him. And during breaks from making shit, he participated - mostly as a screenwriter - in some worthwhile television, film, and here and there theater projects. Plus he had a very original band ("Kolja and grave owners"), with whom, lo, an incredible thing happened to him, which again calls to mind an ancient Balašević song ("Some sailor may be left without a ship, but without the sea, that's extraordinary bad luck"); that's how Kolja was instantly left not without a bassist or a drummer, but without the whole band! How is that?! Nice: before the recent elections, the so-called Kolja signed the so-called a letter of support to Vučić, after which the whole band left him all the cymbals and pedals and told him to go fuck himself with them, since their face is not for sale.
If I remember correctly, a moved Vučić promised him that he would not forget him. Well, it's not! Thus, NKP became the drama director of the Serbian National Theater in Novi Sad, a city perhaps a little too full of so-called mixed marriages for his taste. There are also a few half-Romanian-half-Hungarians, but the furious two-legged dogs are not very expensive, regardless of their origin.
On the price, I say, they are not, but on the other hand, we have been patient with them too much and for too long, which an angry and desperate team knows how to use very well. You will see, it will be the same with Pejaković: if you have no shame, and this one is not shy at all, you have solved all your problems. Yes, there will be a few more days or a week of rolling eyes and ccc and yu-yu-yu-what are they doing to us in salons and bars, and then rosemary, snow and especially sedge will fall and business as usual will continue. Because here the actors and supporting crew want to go on strike because of low wages, but for political and ethical reasons... oh, it's not convenient! That's why everything is better here for Kolje.
