Pixie and 11 Stamped

All stories are similar to each other, the difference is in who tells them.

I no longer have any expectations from life. Zvezda was the champion of Europe and the world, I watched Maradona and Iggy Pop live, I sat with Robert Crumb, I was in America and England, the country of the proletariat, I finished school, I bought a gramophone, a fender guitar and a bass with the money I earned, I played on film, I worked on the radio , traveled around the world, got married, bought an Opel Krntia from his uncle, took the child on a trip. What more?

When are you and the Championships in Qatar. It's all unrealistic. What idiot had the idea to stop everything in the middle of the season and send the football players to the desert to some peninsula the size of the Serbian part of the Banat, and even to the Persian Gulf, where brother and brother rock each other for 40 years in all directions around the oil pumps (although they say the air is cleaner than in Belgrade)...?

What can I tell you, you know everything yourself. Someone flies to Doha with "Charles de Gaulle", and someone from Surčin under siege. That pretty much says it all. Both are held by the French. A measure of reality. And that is why the working people are crying out for someone to take some measure on their behalf. And where can you find a better opportunity than on the world stage, where we have been traditionally bragging for half a century now...

Read on full text by Uroš Đurić in the weekly "Vreme" from Thursday (November 17)