Gledam ovih dana o cemu pisu novine i javljaju mediji. Sve se nekako ne tice nas a opet je nase. Svetska ekonomska kriza uvek pogodi prvo siromasne, a sam tim i nas. Jedva smo se malo oporavili, poceli da idemo u kakvom takvom naretku korak napred, kad evo vec pisu o otpustanju radnika, kako 40.000 ljudi moze sledece godine ostati bez posla, o stezanju kaisa, o inflaciji itd. Nije to nista novo za nas, cak sta vise, u svemu tome smo veterani, mozda i 8. svetsko cudo kad smo sve do sad preziveli, ali opet nije svejedno.

Onda dodjose izbori u Americi, pobedio

Citam danas na podsajtu Zivot, kako se procenjuje da na svetu ima oko 8 miliona dece-robova, a najse ih je u Aziji, preko jednog miliona. Strasno me pogodio ceo tekst, ali sam se onda setila nasih malih Roma po ulicama koji prose ili peru stakla za male pare. Za mene je i to ropstvo, posebno s toga sto dobar deo njih roditelji na neki nacin teraju na taj rad ili rade za nekog treceg koji im na kraju uzme najveci deo tog novca. Cak i oni sto i skupljaju staru hartiju ili metale pa prodaju i od tog izdrzavaju sebe ili porodicu su u polozaju roba, jer dete tog uzrasta ne bi cak ni zakonski smelo

Zivela jednom jedna devojka, koja je ceznula za ljubavlju. Njene drugarice su manje ili vise uglavnom bile u srecnim vezama, samo je ona nekako osecala da nikada nece naci onog pravog, a onih par momaka sa kojima se ozbiljnije ili manje ozbiljno zabavljala su u glavnom bili neuspeli pokusaji pronalaska sopstvene srece.Bila je prema svima nezna, puna razumevanja, rame za plakanje, i sve ono sto radi svaka zaljubljena devojka, pa cak i vise, ali joj nikada nije bilo uzvraceno.Dobijala je mrvicezadovojstva, po neku noc ili malo vise, a nekad i nista.

Odluci

Vec mesec dana nisam pisala ovde, jer prosto receno NE STIZEM… Evo nesto sto sam pocela pisati na ovaj praznik, ali me prekinuse i nikako da zavrsim

Svake godine na ovaj dan, moj se stav nekako menja u odnosu na ustaljene obicaje cestitanja i poklanjanja cveca i ostalih sitnica nama zenama. Sa jedne strane ne mogu da shvatim da se odredjen broj muskaraca samo na ovaj, ili ovome slicnom, danima seti da pored njih stoje zene koje ih prate od rodjenja pa do smrti, i kojima ponekad treba reci, hvala ti sto postojis u mom zivotu.

Far from being a reference to Portugal (whose song I thought was lovely by the way), the moment of reflection is now descending on Belgrade. Eurovision has come, exploded, and drifted off in the direction of Moscow. And the question which I am left with is what does it all mean?

The hype of this watershed event for Serbia and Belgrade has already been subsumed in the day-to-day guesswork about the next government. The organization of Eurovision in Belgrade seems to have been superb. The flooding of the White City streets with thousands of visitors caused no problems around town, the atmosphere was lively, and no ugly incidents (usually to be expected with so many bodies in one space) were splashed across the headlines.

A disenchanted American nation was ready to vote in a Georgia peanut farmer as president, to put away the hallucinogenics which blurred out most of the late 60s and early 70s, to put away their anti-Vietnam War banners, and start over again. The morale of US of A was lagging by defeat in Asia, humiliation in the White House, and the beginnings of recession and the Energy Crisis.

Enter the Italian Stallion: Rocky Balboa

Rocky, the film of the year, was the story of loser made good. Many people called it the embodiment of the American Dream. How a down and out Philadelphia boxer moves up the ranks to challenge and defeat the heavyweight champion of the world is the kind of rags to riches story which is called "inspirational" and "quintessentially American."

The US election will get underway in several hours as I write this and will surely be done and put to bed by the time you are reading this, but I feel that I have legitimate gripe to make NOW before even I know the outcome of the elections (and before I go around paying out on my bets for John McCain).

I have been, as most of the US and a big chunk of the televisually linked world, keeping up with the presidential campaign through the most readily accessible means available to me: CNN. And each day I switch it on, I have been getting progressively more angry at them.

My factory has for years produced the best possible Bicycles for Tropical Fish (BTFs). We had no rivals in any market! No one made a better BTF in the entire world. Rightfully, we were very proud of this achievement and our factory output surged with Pride in Workmanship, a Strong and Healthy Work Ethic, and most of the other jingoes which the US auto industry Nawabs were singing over the last few weeks. The thought of getting the US Congress to bail me out has lifted my spirits greatly!

We have now drifted into the third year of GFC (that is the Global Financial Crisis and specifically NOT Going For Coffee) and everyone is STILL nay-saying the economy and waxing gloomy about the prospects for this year.

What do you think for this year? Do you see any signs of improvement? Do you think we are out of it? Do you think it will continue? In the questions we should see the answers. The point is that nobody really knows, and everyone seems to be turning to friend, neighbor, family member, and random guy on the street waiting for the light to change to see if the light will really be changing or not.

After all, once we elect a parliament and they choose a government, the entertainment values drop rather dramatically in a politically stable environment. During the pre-election period, it is exciting. We get promises, wild accusations, insults, mud-slinging, and the very best of the Human Condition under pressure. But then the votes are counted (and recounted and contested), the names are read out and after we have laughed and cried and jumped for joy and sunk into despair, and we just have to get back to work and hope RTS and B92 come up with something equally entertaining for us to watch.

We are getting back to work after a long and protracted holiday (even if we did not take one, everyone else seems to have done so). Streets are busier. Shops are crowding up slowly again. Supermarkets may even begin to stock the shelves once more. The fall season - in a way very different from the burgeoning of spring - is all about new beginnings. Schemes

The implication of this cryptic phrase is that after the elections in Serbia, people will be able to make decisions and everything will get back to business as usual. So we sat through the "campaign" and through election day and night, and patiently awaited the great Results which would shape the future.

Ove godine nisam bio na moru (niti cu ici).

Odakle meni, rodjenom u sred kontinenta, na 500 metara od pokusaja reke, poriv za kafom na ovakvoj terasi?