A group of citizens who every evening organized walk from the Wolf Monument to the Republic/Monarchy/Freedom Square, and then coekudes around town - instead of watching the TV news, as all honest Serbian Beavis and Batheds do - lately he has been doing a strange job: visits prominent officials of the regime, catching them on the street, scattered around the houses.
Recently, they visited the bivouac of the humble patriot, Comrade & Elder Nebojsa Pavković in Molerova Street, presumably to congratulate him on moving into the ascetic XY-room stanchuga where, if the partition walls were to be demolished, the Zvezda juniors could practice quick penetrations on the left wing. By the way, it's a shame they didn't play him a brilliant shit-folk song over the loudspeaker - when they were already there Hosts, happy moving in!, the new megahit Rhythm of the heart of Radio B2-92...
Be that as it may, in recent days, the walkers have also intensified their visit to Aleksandar Bakočević, humorously suggesting that he become the president of the House Council (since he was not yet that), then Dragan Tomić and some other characters of a similar profile, exhibits from the permanent exhibition of the local Museum of Socialist Horror.
The most vivid was the meeting with Gorica Gajević at Sokolska 3: protesters came to serenade her under the window, and the left-wing Julija from Raška, don't be lazy, ran out to the entrance in a tracksuit - indeed, followed by a few shoulder-hugging guys who, I guess at the expense of the budget, keep her a peaceful sleep - just enough to show the "noisemakers" that she is there and that she is not afraid of them.
"Good evening respectable neighbor"
Well, now, let's see what is meant and what is actually wanted by this para-carnival "good evening, respectable neighbor" action, against which, it seems, even the leaders of the Alliance for Change have nothing against it?
If I exert myself tremendously, maybe I can find some virtue in it: by demonstratively "marking" the places where the paid destroyers of our lives live, they contribute to a certain, basically very desirable social transparency, and there is never enough of it in a country where the Management Class has been an untouchable caste for decades, about which it is best to remain silent and around which there is always some kind of conspiracy and mystification. Symbolically, therefore, this is probably intended as a kind of "desecration" and "grounding" of members of the Privileged Caste, and probably also as a clear message: we are watching you! We won't miss anything you do!
Nevertheless, in this bizarre street - or haustor - duel, Gorica U Trenerci is unquestionable symbolic winner, she in that case - without any personal merit - represents civic virtue against ideology of bashibozuka. Where did that come from? No matter how hard I try "in that sense", the character and work of Gorica Gajević do not inspire me with any positive thought or feeling; however, apart from being a person who will have a nice (oh, very, very nice!) day and how to have something to answer for - let's just remember the election theft in '96 and the role of the main operatives in it! - Gorica Gajević is also a citizen of Belgrade, a private person at such-and-such address, a person who has the right to eat, sleep, watch Marisol, reads enthusiastically Night and day lounging on the sofa or lying in a dressing gown staring at the ceiling and thinking about the Meaning of Life and Dialectical Materialism without someone yelling under her window, so everything she shouted about her was the most basic truth.
Separation of private and public
If I wasn't clear enough: when they're at home in their pajamas idly scratching their balls, even alone Hitler i Stalin are just ordinary citizens who have the right to be left alone! This is not a "colorful stylistic figure" but something that should be understood very literally, and this matter should not be joked about, because its implications are much more serious than the light-hearted Blessed Unconsciousness imagines.
It is the regime that Gorica serves and daily creatively contributes to the unbearableness of life in it, which, along with all the other innumerable plagues, abolishes the right to privacy of citizens, by spying and harassing them in various ways, and now, here, sending them "personal policemen" in permanent "have-you-reported-properly" raids. If the fight is against such a monstrous regime, against that one cold war vampiric bastard a matter of a superior civilizational choice - and only as such can it make any sense at all - then on both the "symbolic" and practical level, one must guard against what the regime itself did not do. After all, imagine Gorica's party friends organizing hordes of counter-demonstrators in front of Đinđić's or Batić's apartment!?
However, someone will say that Gorica Gajević was not in any real danger and that "no one intended to lynch her". True, but unimportant. You don't even come to a friend's house uninvited without a good reason. Civil societies rest on that kind of universality transparency and permissiveness which guarantees that no one will be "untouchable" - just as here the Family is untouchable, so the powerless subjects are abused in poor Gorica, far from Dedinje... - but they also rigorously and obsessively insist on all kinds of privacy protection.
This can, as contradictory as it may seem, be relatively easily balanced by strictness by separating private and public, and by clearly realizing that there is no such Public Personality who is so public that a certain "line" must be crossed in any type of communication with her. After all, anyone who is known for anything will understand perfectly well what I'm talking about: you sit down, for example, in a pub to eat your ten with onions in peace, as a Private (hungry and thirsty) Person, you calmly sip a glass or two Vranca and you read a newspaper, and someone recognizes you and starts to yell at you... And the bar is at least a "public place"!
The Vračar protesters therefore gave Gorica Gajević the chance to at least passively, as a surprised Neighbor in Trenerca, for the first and probably the last time in her life is a positive hero of the fight for human rights. This is a big step for one Gorica, but a small one for Serbian humanity, which in the last decade and a half has tried all the moronic and harmful forms of social behavior, so now - when, I guess, it has exhausted all resources social cretinism – could finally turn to a modest but consistent practice of normality.
