From time to time, those who had to leave it, one way or another, come to this fertile wasteland. Such partings hurt, more for us who stay, than for those who left. Both of them, we all later console ourselves that it had to be that way, and then in the new reality we mine the remaining nuggets of happiness, unscathed by the passage of time and stormy events.
Just recently, a week or two ago, there was such a friend. It is noticeable that, as time goes on, first months, then years, now decades, the good man is displaced by the new sky, new air, new water, new people from our hall of hell, and no matter how hard that man tries, he can't even with his brain , not even a heart to see off our small and big cataclysms.
They haven't changed. We are. They, somewhere behind God, are just returning to their initial, human state of mind, healthy, active, cheerful. Their laughter carries the same wind of lightness and zest. For those of us who have passed, something weaker or not at all.
One of the topics we recently covered was the so-called phenomenon of the Novi Sad Theater, locally known as Ujvideki Sinhaz.
There is not even an "F" from phenomenon, to be honest, it is pure mathematics of skill, courage, emotions, effort and talent, but still, we are obliged to explain to returning travelers why such a small ensemble, with so little money and people, became not only the best theater in Novi Sad, but also a beacon of thoughts, otherwise quite ordinary, which in ugly times become precious, liberating, and often dangerous for those who express and listen to them.
Tomorrow, we will not be able to explain to our departed friends and family members how it is possible for the Serbian National Theater to become a playground for the demonic forces of darkness.
We will give some wise analyses, we will accurately cite the annals of a suffering, we will place each item in the correct compartment of human greed and stupidity, but we will not explain anything to them because such attacks and setbacks are impossible and inexplicable in an even civilized society.
So far, the chroniclers of Novi Sad have had numerous opportunities to see in what ways it is possible to humiliate and injure human dignity and the right to decency, but now we are running out of maneuvers for words and feelings. All that comes to mind is a cliché, a commonplace we have heard a hundred times, a story that is terribly tiring no matter how true and sobering it is.
It is very dangerous, when the anguish caused by injustice and direct spitting in the face cannot emerge from a person, meet the eyes of another person, and drown there in the sea of understanding and common desire to make a little effort so that they can live next to each other in peace and love.
The absence of all measure and reason, which tectonically destroys and humiliates every hint of Novi Sad and Vojvodina distinctiveness, everything that makes us what we are, is a crime without precedent in the history of the city and the province - and we survived genocide and the Holocaust.
People whose worldviews and characters are not only in direct conflict with those achievements that made Novi Sad and Vojvodina the most promising part of Serbia and Yugoslavia are rewarded and advertised, but they are also criminal, sadistic and sickly ambitious, without the slightest effort to hide.
Is there an end to crime? Is there a limit to which one can satirize everything that created these people from humus, loam and words? How many times do they have to kill us for who we are and who will be our last killer?
Run kids, we won't be able to explain it to you.
