It is not worth choosing words anymore: Serbia Aleksandar Vučić, Aleksandar Vulin, Ivica Dačić and other wonderful creatures are a mockery of the Balkans and a mockery of Europe.
In the immediate vicinity, there are hardly any so-so normal states, with so-so-so-decent government, without everyday reasons for shame that you are even a passive or opposing part of it, and until some time ago, Serbia did not significantly bounce there, and from a few vilayets I wish it was better, or at least more tolerable. And then something happened, or it wasn't an event, but a process, decadence, degeneration, rotting and spoiling, like when you leave a shard on the grill. In the meantime, some from the neighborhood did something of themselves, maybe not great, but they aired their homes, took out the carpets, washed the windows; most are stuck in place, torn between relapses of the awful past and an inability/unwillingness to go anywhere without soon getting lost and tempted back to square one; we, however, rush with suicidal speed in reverse, towards the inspiring sources of all our misfortunes, probably in order to repeat everything we have barely survived once - those who have survived - for some time expecting a different outcome from this attempt.
How did we get here? It was easier than you think: frivolous and careless, we mostly didn't look where they were taking us. And they drive without GPS, without a map, not knowing the way, let alone the destination, with their headlights off, on an icy road, with faulty brakes. Oh yes, and without a driving test. Most wouldn't pass a medical anyway. Not just for driving.
Evidence in support of the sad truth of the claim from the first sentence of this text is piling up every day. Most of them are produced and offered to the smoldering pyre of posthumous remains of all normality by the Pantokrator himself, especially in recent years, since he gave up the already utopian idea of presenting himself to us and the world as someone else, and fell back on himself again. And you can't go much lower than that.
However, the four-hour so-called detention at the border Severine Vuckovic it is also likely that a new bottom will be broken through the muddy layers of the subterranean area on which this country has fallen. Harassment (yes - it is harassment and there is no other explanation of that event that does not offend common sense) of a citizen with proper papers, no criminal record, unarmed and harmless (except for a certain type of men regardless of nationality, although so far from for some reason only married Serbs), with negative findings on terrorism and similar plagues, her questioning about lithium (!), Srebrenica (!!), Jasenovac (!!!), about To Tuđman, I don't know everything, but to whom, about why she writes on Facebook the kind of Serbia she loves (by the way, the same kind you and I and every freedom-loving creature anywhere and from wherever) and all other incredible and ridiculous things about which she was interrogated on that Srem village, and the vast majority of which are a matter of free belief and taste of any citizen living on any side of any border and have nothing to do with any country and any police, Admittedly, it is not the first mental-political incident of this kind, but it is not strange or surprising that it resonated the most. The political "apprehension" of Severina - well, could it be more idiotic than that?! The only thing that is unclear is whether someone in charge was so corrupt that he wanted it or so stupid that he did not foresee it. Now that they have seen to what extent they have screwed up and turned out to be epic fools who are laughed at (and at the same time disgusted) by the entire Balkans, suddenly everyone (except Vulin) washes their hands of the "lists of undesirables" from the neighborhood, stressing that they have no idea whose it is idea, but certainly not theirs. Vulin politely protects the boss by saying that he didn't know anything about it - he, who knows everything about every anonymous person on Twitter who once looked at him?! - and we all buckle on the back.
The story, admittedly, did begin or at least escalate when Vulin led the police and the BIA. We have already had the case of Feđa Štukan (which is still unsolved) and that Bosnian-Kosovo singer, as well as the mysterious multi-hour arrests at border crossings of some well-known writers and intellectuals, again mostly from Croatia. If you think that maybe they are some kind of "Ustaše", the truth is light years away: these are the very ones that the Ustaše and Ustaše in Croatia - the real ones, without quotation marks - hate the most and with the "best" reasons. It is an interesting Vulin-Vučić pathology, because of which exactly such citizens of the neighboring country bother them the most. They are different, admittedly, and they don't come here, except to officially and ceremonially meet - with them. Anti-nationalists, on the other hand, come to meet - with us. It's not a bad division of roles, like rejoices like.
And Severina should be understood when she writes in an affectation that she will no longer come to Serbia while "he" is in power. That's how one thinks from the standpoint of health, but this disease here has reached very deep and wide, and this mockery cannot be removed by mere plastic surgery. And the therapy hasn't even humanly started yet.
