Congratulation to both teams.

THE HAGUE, HOLLAND & ATWERP, BELGIUM - 22 July 2008 - “War criminals of the 1st Degree of every nation beware. We know who - and where - you are. And we’re coming to get you.”

This chilling message left even press-conference-hardened reporters visibly limp when trumpeted vigorously earlier today by Lord Chief Justice Thruspin Cocklecarrot at The Hague. In a press conference hurriedly convened to give practically no details about the sensational arrest late last night of the notorious Milo Minderbinder the Bosnian/Serb/Croat/Montenegran/Kosovan/Macedonian ex-Supreme Commander at various times of the armed forces of all 6 breakaway nations.

Details are still sketchy about where exactly Mr. Minderbinder was picked-up but a leading Bosnian/Serb/Croat/Montenegran/Kosovan/Macedonian journalist received a stiff “No Comment” from Lord Cocklecarrot when asked if Mr. Minderbinder had openly flaunted the pseudonym Gus Hiddink and coached the Bosnian/Serb/Croat/Montenegran/Kosovan/Macedonian football team at the recent Euro 08 Championship?

“This will all come out at Mr. Minderbinder’s trial which we hope to start sometime in late 2011 and should end in early 2015 if he doesn’t before die in captivity,” said Lord Cocklecarrot. “But to all you war criminals out there avoid Bosnia, Serbia, Croatia, Montenegro, Kosovo, Greece, Albania, Macedonia and oh yes, Belgium, especially Atwerp, Belgium, for idyllic vacations.”

A cirkuszbol nem nagyon mozdulunk ki. Nincs latnivalo a varosban es mindenhol megbamulnak. Eddig minden este volt valami balhe. Felszereltek kamerakat es a rendorseg is meg van valoszinuleg kenve, mert azonnal megjelennek, ha valami van es rakjak ki az embereket. Persze, az is igaz h valoszinuleg avaros osszes rendore latta mar az elodast ingyen jeggyel. Ejszaka nem tanacsos kimaszkalni. Nem is megyunk sehova: csak a sarokra az ejjel-nappaliba es a netkavezoba.

Az utobbi napokban nem tortent semmi. Beszeltem apukammal telefonon. Kb .ez volt a legnagyobb esemeny.

Jelenleg fel se tudom idezni, hogy mivolt tegnap meg tegnap elott, mert minden nap ugyanolyan...

Ha legkozelebb tortenik valami erdemleges, akkor irok.

Ja! Tegnap eszrevettem, hogy a varosban minden csatornafedon az all, hogy "Titograd". Ugy latszik, meg nem siekrult lecserelniuk oket.. :D

Puszi!!

and obviously, there was a landrush for them, and a lot of people did not get the domain they wanted...

( created a lot of controversy as well...but that you can find about on other blogs)

this guy managed to get failed.me  though.. haha.. and he pointed it to all his failed attempts..

see it at   failed.me

Tegnap megerkeztunk Podgoricaba, a fovarosba. Volt sok gubanc, amolyan olaszosan oldottak meg a dolgokat. Pl. a Balint szolt egy hete az egyik fonoknek h az egyik kamion kereke le van eresztve. Nem erdekelte oket es tegnap, ut kozben kaptak defektet... Sok a baj a helyiekkel is, a  varos reszerol is. Ha valami nem tetszik nekik, akkor kikuldik a rendoroket es lehuzzak a cirkuszt egy ora alatt.  Paaszkodnak h haboru tuan vannak es nem menne olyan gyorsan a dolgok... De gondolom, viz volt a haboru alatt is, raadasul annak nem mult heten lett vege uh inkabb mi azt gondoljuk h a helyi maffia all a hatterben, mert kicsit a modszerek is olyanok meg ez a fenyegetozes is gaz... Itt allatok vannak, csaladok, meg mi is, uh kell a viz es a villany.. Valoszinu, azert nem tudjak h meddig maradunk, mert a varosvezetes jutalekot kap a bevetelbol es ha jol megy, akkor tovabb maradunk, akar 10 napi is, ha nem akkor csak 5... Senki se tud semmit, a cirkuszosok sem es nekik sem tetszik a helyzet... Amit mi latunk az az h a mi karavanunkban egy hete nincs viz, mert elromlott a szivattyu. Allitolg valaki nem kapcsolta le hasznalat utan es leegett. De en aon se lennek megpedodve, ha csak egyszeruen tonkrement volna. Itt volt olyan h egyszer csak kigyullad egy elektromos kabel... Egy csomo minden rossz es senkit se erdekel. Pl a konyhas kamionbol folyik el a viz, mert az egyik cso lyukas, de oket nem zavarja. A bar-kocsiban, a mosogatoban detto... Az egyik lefolyot nem lehet hasznalni. Van h megraz a kamion, mert valami kabel rosszul van bekotve. Szerencsere nem a mienk, meg nem is veszes, de ez se erdekli oket... Mindent letudnak egy vallranditassal.
Szoval tegnap nem volt villany, ultunk a sotetben. Viz allitolag ma ejjel mar lesz. Persze, nem a mi karavanunkban, hanem masikban, mert a szerelo nem hiszem h ma kijott. De megigertek h hivnak, valaki aki tud szerbul, de nekunk kell kifizetni, mert mi rontottuk el... Ezen porognek napok ota, pedig nem is biztos. Mindenesetre kifizetjuk, osszedobjuk 10en a penzt, csak legyen vizunk. Utazaskor a mi felelossegunk osszedugni a kabeleket meg a csoveket, ha akarunk vizet meg villanyt. Ezzzel persze nincs semmi gond, csak egeszen maig senki se mutatta meg h mi van.
Semmilyen szinten nem aramlik az informacio, se a cirkuszos csalad tagjai kozott, akik a fonokok, sem felenk... Ebbol persze sok a felreertes. Az eloadasokrol is onnan ertesulnek a fiuk h elolvassak a plakaton... Vannak mas gondok is, de azok ram nem tartoztak uh azokrol nem irok, de el lehet ezek utan kepzelni... Meg a fik szerzodese sincs alairva, ugy dolgoznak, meg jo h fizetest kaptak... Csak itt mindenki annyira "dolgozik" h ilyen "aprosagokra" nincs idejuk...

Holnap lesz eloadas, itt az elso. Lesz megint penzem. Na nem mintha nem lenne, mert idaig szinte semmit se koltottem. Minden kiadasom fedezi, amit keresek. Szinte csak innivalora, gyumolcsre, tejtermekekre, netre koltunk. Semmi masra. Idaig azom aggodtam, hogyan jutok ki majd a vasutallomasra, hol megy a busz, erre ma kiderult h 3-5 euroert barhova elvisznek a varosban. A szolgaltatas olcso, minden mas draga. Pl. a kaja, az elektronikai termekek, stb. minden ugyanaz, mint otthon. Nem igaz h Montenegro milyen olcso... ?!

Most hirtelen nem jut eszembe h mirol irhatnek meg. Osszesegeben jol erzem magam nagyon jok ezek a kalandok, jo a tarsasag, minden problemat egyebkent megoldunk.

Hallom h otthon lehult az ido es nagy viharok vannak. Itt rekkeno hoseg van. Egy csepp eso nem esett az elmult heten, amiota itt vagyok. De elotte sem, azt mondjak a tobbiek.

Podgorica utan Niksic-be megyunk. Nem tudom h od megyeke vagy mit csinalok. Jo itt lenni. Valoszinu, persze, hogy legkesobb augusztus kozepen mar otthon leszek, mert szervezni kell tovabb a zsonglor talalkozot.

Most bucsuzom, mert a vacsoraidot jol elneteztuk es mar bistos kihult a spaghettink :D

Udvozlok/puszilok mindenkit otthon. Ha valaki kerdezi: jol vagyok :)

Orsi

Az elmult 5 nap alatt nem sok minden tortent. Eleg egyhanguak a napok, mindig ugyanay a rutin. Delelott v delben kelunk, de ngyon meleg van mar olyankor... 1kor ebed, amit Anja a bolgar no foz nekunk. Mindig vmi finomat... Leves, zoldseg, husi... mindenfele van. Ebed utan a szobankban pihizunk, mert 3ig nem nagyon lehet napra menni. Delutan megyunk furodni a tengerhez. A viz nagyon jo meleg. Sajnalom, hogy megyunk innen tovabb, mert Podgoricaban, mar csak beton lesz... Furdes utan zuhanyzas, fel7kor vacsora. Vacsora utan mar mindenki kesyulodik az eloadasra.. 8tol a bar pultban allok, ekkor kezdik el beengedni az embereket a satorba. Az elodas elott nagy a porges, tegnap mar nem isarultam a kosarkambol, hanem csak pultoztam. A szunetben volt 50 euro bevetel, tehat tegnap sem kerestem rosszul. A napi fogyasztasom boven megkeresem. :)

Az eloadast mindig csak reszleteiben latom. Rikeek kezdenek, ovek a nyitoszam. Aztan van mindenfele: tevek, elefantok, kigyok, galambok, hullahopp karika, legtornaszok, bohocok, breakesek... Osszessegeben nagyon jo a musor, nekem tetszik. A bufeben es a kosarral sokat dolgozom. Nem nehez a munka, de nyelvi akadaly buven van... Viszont lassan megtanulok szerbul szamolni :D

Eloadas utan maszkalunk a parton, a setanyon, pizzazunk, fagyizunk,ha van kedvunk... Aztan mindenki ugy tolti az idot ahogy szeretne: videozunk, beszelgetunk, a sracok gyakorolnak... Altalaban ejjel "elunk", mert olyankor nincs meleg.

Igy telnek a napok... Jo itt a parton, de igazabol nem tortenik semmi. Meg mindig nem lehet tudni, mikor megyek haza, de egy honapon belul biytosan, mert fel kell hasznalni a return vonatjegyem.

Most bucsuzom, majd Podgoricabol ujra adok hirt magamrol. Otthon udvozlok, puszilok mindenkit!
:)
Orsi

Once boarding the train I found a compartment to myself, but was soon kicked out by a mother with 5 children, so quickly chose to find another cabin. After searching a fast filling train, I eventually found one occupied by a sole traveller, and after some negotiation, in broken serbian z/english,he decided it was ok for me to share with him. He spoke no english, was very drunk & was travelling with only a plastic bag of possessions. Soon the cabin began to fill & I found myself travelling with this strange guy, a serbian bikie woman, a scientist (the only one who could speak english so he translated as best as he was able), another drunk & a woman who said nothing, but cluched a bottle of vodka close to her chest, taking the occassional sip, no rather swig.

The trainride turned out to be one of the trashiest experiences of my life, rather fitting for my post exit comedown. The train was literally falling apart, & so overloaded that people we're sleeping on the filthy floors of the train hallways. The window of our compartment was broken open, & it was during this storm that we all came together to try to fix it. The drunken serbs chose to tear pieces of wood from the train in an effort to prop the window closed, & only after they gave up did I come to the rescue,using some of my backpack rope to tie the window closed using knots my uncle showed me as a child. This resulted in cheers from my cabinmates all chanting 'aussie aussie aussie'. & then we slept. I was suprised at the closeness of the serbs, we all cuddled up, arms and legs entertwined in an effort to catch some sleep.

It turned out that the strange guy clutching the plastic bag was fresh out of prison, which explained why the border police consistantly gave him a hard time,searching his few possessions everytime they checked for passports. As the train emptied I was left alone with the scientist, who spoke rather good english & I had a great chat about life & politics with him.

& yes the trainride was amazing. It snaked through hundreds of mountain tunnels and as the light grew I realised that we were also travelling across bridges spanning valleys at least 100 metres high. It was without a doubt one of my most memoriable trainrides ever & I left having a special place in my heart for rowdy serbs.

Anholdelsen sker få uger efter dannelsen af en pro-europæisk regering og dagen inden mødet mellem de europæiske udenrigsministre om Serbiens forhold til EU. Fra flere sider hilses anholdelses velkommen som et tegn på den nye regerings samarbejdsvilje med Krigsforbryderdomstolen i Haag.

Der var fest i Sarajevos gader, da nyheden slap ud om at manden, hvis snigskytter havde dræbt krigens første ofre under fredsmarchen i 1992, var blevet pågrebet. Karadžić har utallige menneskers blod på hænderne. Han stod for dødslejre og voldtægtslejre, han gik åbent efter at fordrive og ødelægge alt ikke-serbisk i Bosnien-Hercegovina og sammen med sine medsammensvorne, Mladić og Milošević, stod han for 250.000 dræbte civile og over en million fordrevne bosniere. De og deres blev da også belønnet for myrderierne ved at få en "republika srpska" på bosnisk jord; en fantomrepublik, der således hverken er en republik eller serbisk - men som for de territoriehungrende blandt serberne lige siden har stået som symbol på, at deres etniske udryddelse havde været legitim - og dermed en hån mod alle os overlevende.

Hvad der også er absurd er, at han bliver kaldt for en "bosnisk serber", mens han hverken er det ene eller det andet. Manden er montenegriner. Ligeledes insisterer de danske medier fortsat på at kalde Kroatiens og dengang Jugoslaviens/Serbiens-Montenegros krig mod Bosnien-Hercegovina (altså to staters angreb mod en tredje) for en "borgerkrig". Så må de uden tvivl også mene, at besættelsen af Danmark var en borgerkrig. Engelske og amerikanske medier har for længst forstået det, men de danske ved jo, som altid, bedst..

Der har mange gange før været "aktioner" for at pågribe Karadžić og Mladić, som regel omkring årsdagen for folkedrabet i Srebrenica. Så bugnede de vestlige medier med historier om, at FN eller hvem der for tiden herskede i BiH havde gjort alt hvad de kunne for at få fat i krigsforbryderne, men at de var sluppet væk. Og langsomt blev holdningen blandt de bosniske overlevende, at vi først ville tro det, når vi så det. Jeg glæder mig til at se det nu.

Imidlertid synes jeg også, at det nu, hvor tiden for de store forandringer åbenbart er kommet, ville være meget passende at føre retssag mod krigsforbryderen i Bosnien-Hercegovina. Det er os, han begik sine forbrydelser imod, og dermed os, der skal udmåle og udføre straffen. Hvilken retfærdighed har man indtil videre set fra Haag? Milošević fik lov til at dø af alderdom inden han overhovedet blev dømt for noget som helst, mens så latterlige straffe som 5 år er blevet givet for drab på op mod 100 civile bosniere. Der er i allerhøjeste grad brug for, at nogle af hovederne bag den systematiske udryddelse af bosniere bliver retsforfulgt i Bosnien-Hercegovina - der, hvor de overlevende mødre fra Srebrenica er; der, hvor de tusindvis af voldtægtsofre er og der, hvor man endnu finder nye massegrave med ofre for Projekt Storserbien. Han skal ikke gemmes væk i Haag og retsforfølges af mennesker, der kun betragter retssagen mod ham som et snedigt karrieretræk. Taler vi om retfærdighed, så er det os, der skal have den og os, der kan sørge for den. Haags milde domme har aldrig gjort noget godt for nogen.

Milošević (tv.) og Karadžić

Mladić (tv.) og Karadžić

Serbisk krigsforbryder-fan

Endnu en krigsforbryder-fan. Teksten på T-Shirten siger "Serbiske helte".

..og naturligvis de obligatoriske tre fingre.

Og ingen af dem kunne få Sarajevo, verdens stærkeste by, ned med nakken ;)

This the old capital city, where photos of the dead are pinned to trees and washing hangs as faded victory pennants in front of wooden shutters. The old women fan their creased faces and the tomatoes in the market where we buy warm bread and raki. John the Baptist is a man of many parts. In Istanbul one of his hands resides, another here in a jewelled case. The mountains surrounding the town slowly empty of colour in the white heat.

The road down to Kotor is spectactular if a bit nerve-wracking for Annie in the passenger's seat with her fear of heights. Kotor sits at the end of the largest fjord in southern Europe. We walk along the promenade eying the expensive marina, discussing the merits of yachts over launches. The view of the fjord is stunning, deep blue water, towering mountains and a lone church perched on a rock in the bay. The stari grad (old town) is a mix of tourist shops, cafes and run down apartments overshadowed by the steep fortress walls that rise to a castle above. Annie is keen to climb the 1500 steps to the top but the group decision is swim in the harbour instead.

-Brian

Yesterday Mum Joseph and I swam out to a little rocky island and dad took a photo - he and Patrick didn't want to swim that far. Today we will hire a canoe and go out!!!

- Ellen

A German woman at the backpackers we stayed at told us that all her friends had warned her off Albania - but she had come anyway. The guidebook are also very cautious about it, as was a lovely Macedonian woman we met camping next to us in Montenegro later ("would it be safe to drive through there to get home?"). I suppose when you have lived in Europe, and even vey close to this area, it is verzy different from being a NZ innocent abroad. It is safe now, but its very recent past was horrific. Our visit to the museum with a room full of the names of all the people killed by the Communist regime was shocking. And this ended only late 1980s.

The drive through to the border with Montenegro was unsignposted and almost single lane with plenty of pot holes, the border buidlings ramshackle prefabs.

A few metres over the border into Montenegro and all was different. Slick. The big tourist town Budra is like a low rise Gold Coast. There seem to be more tourists here per square metre than I have ever seen.

- Annie

Besos con sabor a whisky y a tabaco. Luces alucinógenas, en la esquina de un bar, con música desbocada saboteando las palabras. Te lanzas a por mi boca que te recibe esquiva pero expectante y curiosa de lo que tus labios han aprendido en mil noches como ésta.

Te voy dejando hacer mansamente, frente a tus ganas y tu furia que desde hace tiempo te rondaba por la cabeza.

- Me moría por besarte - confiesas

- Tráeme otra copa y cuando vuelva del baño, hablamos sobre eso

De lo que digo, sólo zumban en tus oídos copa y promesas. Besos que te crees robados y no son más que besos del pecado.

Introduces tu lengua en mi boca pero es la mía la que te devora, que no te da tregua, hasta dejarte sin aliento. Se recrean húmedas y se funden en abismos de lascivia . Tus manos empiezan a marcar mi silueta arrinconada, como me tienes, contra la columna. Empiezan a desplazarse hacia los rincones y voluptuosidades que todavía te están vedados.

Te muerdo suavemente el labio y te susurro, no te precipites. Tu mirada flameante de deseo, me taladra y te pregunto:

- ¿Te gusta mandar? - En realidad no pregunto, afirmo. Y te giro dejando ahora tu espalda sobre la columna. Te agarro las manos y tu boca se lanza nuevamente a por la mía, me cuesta sujetarte, pero ahora me toca jugar a mí, que te esquivo quedándome a dos milímetros de tu piel, tu respiración se agita y eso me enardece todavía más. Te sueltas y me agarras la nuca, besándome aún más profundamente arrasado por la locura del deseo y yo por la de la insensatez.

Te vuelvo sujetar las manos e inquiero: ¿Quién manda? Te rindes: Tú mandas. Firme en la columna, nos bebemos otro trago y me invitas a que comience el segundo asalto agarrádome de la cintura. Me recreo en tu cuello, lamiéndolo, besándolo, comiéndomelo a bocados hasta alcanzar tu barbilla y sumergirme de nuevo en tu boca. Ya no puedo frenarte, tus manos acarician mis pechos, intentando colarse en mi top, alcanzando mis pezones, me sabes electrizada por tus caricias y me aferras todavía más brutalmente, nuestros cuerpos se pegan irresistiblemente, sintiendo centímetros de piel desnuda, ansiosa y perlada de sudor.

La música cesa de pronto en el bar y las luces casi nos alcanzan en nuestra esquina recóndita de la columnata. Es como un turbio despertar que maldecimos entre dientes, agarramos las copas y nos encendemos un cigarro.

- Te voy a follar - me dices

Te miro con una sonrisa socarrona, desafiante.

- Mira como me tienes - dices sin pudor, llevando mi mano hasta tu entrepierna. Me topo con tu miembro enhiesto, duro, de considerables proporciones...

Pues tenían razón todas esas guarras que decías para querer montárselo contigo, ángel de la perdición, a pesar de todas las mentiras que me has contado, en tu ebriedad arrogante. Piensa mientras paso la mano con fruición y descaro.

Sé que no debería estar aquí contigo, por tu fama y en mi locura, pero ¿quién puede resistirse a las palabras de humo, a lo prohibido, a los besos con sabor a whisky y tabaco, a los besos y caricias del pecado?

Ven conmigo, ángel de la perdición, te llevo al matadero, al fin y al cabo, soy Cristina Montenegro.

Perteneciente a la serie de relatos "Cristina Montenegro, asesina en serie"

so I started counting...money...or the lack of it... after 6 months at home with no work and on the edge of starting my own business. No money over for a trip. None what so ever.

I guess the Freakshow will be stationed in Sikfors for quite a while ...

Don't you just love that?

]]> http://gstaadblog.wordpress.com/?p=281 Tue, 15 Jul 2008 00:54:16 +0000 gstaadblog http://gstaadblog.wordpress.com/?p=281 Source: Reuters

Leaders of 43 countries from the European Union and the Mediterranean region met in Paris on Sunday for a first summit of the Union for the Mediterranean, an initiative launched by French President Nicolas Sarkozy.

The project is aimed at breathing new life into the existing Euro-Mediterranean partnership, known as the Barcelona process, and will create a more equal dialogue between the wealthy EU and the poorer states that line the Mediterranean.

Membership of the project is open to all states that border the Mediterranean, all members of the European Union, and some others. They represent a total of nearly one billion people.

The only national leaders who were invited but did not attend were Libya's Muammar Gaddafi, a vocal critic of the project and whose country did not send an envoy at all, and the kings of Jordan and Morocco, who both said they could not come for personal reasons.

U.N. Secretary-General Ban Ki-moon, European Commission President Jose Manuel Barroso and Arab League Secretary-General Amr Moussa also attended.

The new organisation will have co-presidents from each side of the Mediterranean, initially France and Egypt, and a small secretariat, the location of which remains to be decided.

One of the main aims of the Mediterranean Union, which carries the official name "The Barcelona Process: Union for the Mediterranean", is to work on a series of practical projects, with each member state free to work on a project if it chooses.

These projects, outlined in an annex to the final joint declaration, includes:

* Civil protection -- cooperating on the prevention, preparation and response to natural and man-made disasters

* Alternative energy -- exploring the feasibility of a "Mediterranean Solar Plan" to develop solar power as an energy source, and supporting research and development into energy sources other than oil and gas. Lebanon offered at the summit to host the project's headquarters.

* Education -- setting up a Euro-Mediterranean University, based in Slovenia, promoting academic mobility and joint degrees between member states' universities. French officials frequently refer to setting up an "Erasmus of the Mediterranean", referring to a popular EU student exchange programme.

* Mediterranean business initiative -- setting up a body to help small and medium-sized companies by providing them with technical assistance and "financial instruments", using voluntary contributions from member states.

To read the article in its entirety, please click here.

To download the joint declaration (as a pdf file), click here.

As my little bus winded its way along the Croatian coast from Dubrovnik into the border of Montenegro, I fell in love. There, outside my window, lay perfection. The sun bouncing off the Adriatic sea, hazy blue sky settling over endless mountain ranges and idyllic towns peppering the undulating coastline. We turned a corner and met with a magical isle with a domed structure rising out of the sea like a Venetian palazzo. Featured in the latest James Bond movie because of its exquisite beauty, the name Montenegro itself, which translates from Italian as "black mountain", conjures up images of someplace far-flung, romantic and majestic. Tucked in a little corner of South-Eastern Europe south of the Adriatic, this little pearl of the Mediterranean is one of Europe's oldest states.

At Herceg Novi, the first town after the crossing the Croatia-Montenegro border and central bus station, a local woman suggested the town of Kotor as the place to see if I only had one day in Montenegro. It is the spirit of Kotor that always entices me, she said.

So off I headed, on a rickety old bus with a wooden cross dangling above the dashboard and music in a language foreign to my ears playing above my head, for the proud owner of Montenegro's most beautiful bay and whose Stradi Grad (old town) is one of UNESCO's World Heritage sites.

Walking through the stony gates of Old Kotor, the first to greet me were the mountains rising above the creamy clock-tower and umbrella coated open-air cafés. Although a major tourist destination, the town square was tranquil with only a sprinkling of café-loving locals. In a country where Christian, Muslim, Illyrian, Byzantine, Turkish and Slavic civilizations mingled, this medieval city is steeped in culture and history. Built between the 12th and 14th century, the architecture combines narrow cobblestone streets with monuments of cultural heritage. The squares that fill Old Kotor are surrounded by stone buildings beaten rough by weather and time, each decorated with pine-green window shutters.

Navigating the narrow alleyways peppered with cafes, corner restaurants and hidden antique shops, I came across a restaurant situated on the corner wall of the old town with an uninterrupted view of the Bay of Kotor. Waiting for my Montenegrin delicacies of calamaries deep fried in garlic and squid filled with heavenly melted cheese to arrive, I rested my travel-weary self on the plush tan pillows of the Cittadella bar and restaurant. With local music soothingly playing behind me, under a gigantic blue umbrella I sat and enjoyed what was possibly the most majestic of mountain ranges before my eyes. With the food deliciously fresh, the service ever so welcoming, the view unbeatably spectacular and the breeze warm Adriatic, a girl could not have asked for more.

For my afternoon activity, I decided to hike up to the Illyrian fortress of Castel St Ivan (John) where the Montenegrin flag flies high above the old town. The famed city walls of the Stradi Grad extends itself to the mountain top, zig-zagging like a pullout ruler over 4 km in length and rising to a height of 260 meters.

The way up was steep and far and filled with foliage and broken rocks. The Church of Our Lady of Remedy served as a midway point and possibly as a symbol of faith to encourage weary climbers such as I to reach the top. Finally, standing by the free-flying red and gold flag of the Republic of Montenegro with views stretching to the hamlets of Perast, Prcanj and the bay of Risan, I felt like Neil Armstrong on the moon's surface. All three sweaty hours were worth their weight in gold for the view from the top of the world.

Come twilight hour, the quaint, quiet town of Kotor turned into Cinderella at the ball - its solemn daily façade hiding a booming nightlife. Centuries mix and mingle together as the church bells of the Roman Cathedral Sveti Tripun, churches Sveti Luka, Sveta Ana, Sveta Marija and Gospe od Zdravlja chime by the hour accompanying the strobe lights and 90s music of discotheques and chattering from the pubs and taverns. The Maximus nightclub, part of the the luxurious Cattaro Hotel complex, being the centre of nighlife on the Montengrin coast rocked the nights away.

The Next Morning
As the Azzura Line cruise ship pulled out of the bay, I had full view of Kotor's Stradi Grad, the mountains I climbed yesterday and the rooftops of the Cittadella restaurant where my waiter supposedly pines for my return. I looked up at the Illyrian fortress so high upon the mountainside and could not believe I trekked to the very top! Kotor, I will be back. The local woman I met in Herceg Novi was right. The spirit of Kotor, the magic of Kotor, draws you in and demands that you fall in love with her. Here, in this little Adriatic enclave is sanity encompassed, beauty enveloped, peace instilled.

It is no wonder that the peaking of the tourism industry in Croatia has opened the floodgates and interest in Montenegro, making it the current hot bed for property buyers who are looking beyond western Europe.

Naša draga Vlada ne priznaje neprekidan rast siromaštva i ogromnog socijalnog raslojavanja građana, nego demagoškim trepkanjima analitičara iz medija i kreatura sa ekrana, polupraznim potrošačkim korpama, ubjeđuju građane da oni ipak bolje žive, ali da to sami ne vide i ne znaju. U EU se, pod siromašnim domaćinstvima, podrazumijevaju ona čiji su socijalni, ekonomski, materjalni, duhovni i kulturni resursi u toj mjeri ograničeni da im je onemogućen minimalno prihvatljiv način života. U Strategiji razvoja i redukcije siromaštva koju je Vlada RCG usvojila 2003. godine navodi se da je 12.2% stanovnika Crne Gore apsolutno siromaštvo, dok je 34.4% ekonomski ugroženo. U Strategiji se navodi da "živeći u zoni neposredno iznad linije siromaštva, značajan dio populacije je ugrožen u smislu da je osjetljiv na bilo koji oblik ekonomske nestabilnosti, smanjenje ili pad ličnih primanja", dok se u istom dokumentu procjenjuje da bi "negativni trendovi doveli do iznad proporcionalnog povećanja siromaštva". Dakle, svjetska ekonomija kroz cijenu nafte procijenjenu na 500$ za barel za narednih 5 godina ove cifre čini multiplicirano većim.

U rječniku jednog poznatog južnoslovenskog jezika stoji i definicija da je Siromaštvo stanje onoga koji je siromah; oskudica neophodnih sredstava za život; beznačajnost u svemu; žalostan spoljni izgled; nedostatak imovine… A Siromah znači, ubog; bijednik; onaj koji je za žaljenje, koji izaziva sažaljenje; jadnik; nevoljnik.

Ipak, uzmimo da se trenutno radi o 34% od ukupnog broja. To je 210.849. Kad to prevedemo na četvoročlana domaćinstva, dolazimo do skoro iste cifre 52.721. U ovim ciframa leži samo jedna strana nepodnošljive lakoće vladanja Crnom Gorom.

A sad da pređemo na ključni mehanizam koji stoji u pozadini vladanja ovako malim narodom. Juče sam (12. Jul 2008. godine) pročitao u srpskom Standardu, tekst koji je na naslovnoj stranici najavljen na sljedeći način: EKSKLUZIVNA ISPOVEST; JOVO KAPIČIĆ (90), OZLOGLAŠENI ŠEF TITOVE TAJNE POLICIJE; Bili smo nezgodna organizacija

Želio bih da podijelim sa Vama nekoliko odlomaka iz teksta.

Kapičić saopštava da se “pretjeralo u likvidacijama antikomunista na kraju rata, naročito u Crnoj Gori. U Crnoj Gori su postojala ta lijeva skretanja, gdje je mnogo normalnih ljudi neopravdano stradalo. Bilo je dovoljno da nekoga za nešto optuže pa da bude bez dokaza izveden na strijeljanje. To je bila velika greška, podvlači, i podsjeća na slučaj iz Grahova, đe su sinovi glasali da im se ubije otac jer nije bio za komuniste.”

Za Goli otok Kapičić kaže da “niko ne može dokazati kako je, ko i zašto uništio onoliko ljudi na Golom otoku. Oni su bili kolateralna šteta.” Kapičić kaže kako je i Ranković tvrdio da je 30% golootočana to postalo – greškom. Ja sam naišao (Šesti kongres SKJ 1952-e godine) jednom na podatak da je Ranković govorio drugačije i da se radi o 47%, što je približno svaki drugi.

Kapičić je na čelu OZNE ostao nešto manje od 10 godina i za to vrijeme je formirana široka mreža doušnika, i tvrdi: “OZNA je u to vrijeme kontrolisala cjelokupan razvoj zemlje. Ne da se miješa, nego da ona vidi šta se radi. To je bilo vrijeme OZNA SVE DOZNA. Svi hausmajstori su bili naši agenti.” O metodama rada, i recimo sahranjivanja pobijenih nepodobnih koji su bili na visokim pozicijama prethodno, Kapičić kaže: “Sad Hrvati traže gdje je grob Andrije Hebranga, za koji se ne zna, kao ni za Dražin. Jednostavno, nismo davali tim grobovima posebno mjesto da to ne bi bilo mjesto hodočašća”. I zaključuje kako je “Hebrang pao zato što je digao ruku na Tita, a Tito mu je dao sve na svijetu što je moglo da se da”.

Osjećaj u meni kada ovo čitam je neopisiv. Posebno ako se sjetimo da je na Golom otoku i Ramskom ritu, prema svjedočenjima Golootočana, boravio i dječak od 13 godina, ili djevojčica od 14 godina. U Ramskom ritu za samo nekoliko mjeseci 1948-e, našlo se više hiljada žena, koje su kasnije prebačene na Sv. Grgur. Sve su optužene za izdaju “naroda i partije". Upravnica ih je “tjerala da se podaju svojim isljednicima.” Neki su svjedočili da je UDBA od 1948. godine do 1953. tjerala udate žene, naročito one dopadljivije, da se odreknu svojih muževa koji su se nalazili na Golom otoku, i razvedu se. Zatočenim robijašima stizale su na stotine brakorazvodnih parnica, što ih je posebno psihološki opterećivalo. Mnogi su zbog toga na Golom otoku izvršili samoubistva. Mnogi su to činjeli i poslije robijanja, kada su se vratili kući, jer su ih se odrekli i žena i đeca.

Posljednji put, tajna služba u Crnoj Gori, je onako totalno otvoreno, bez zaziranja demonstrirala svoju snagu u sukobu u DPS-u 1997-e godine, kada je Đukanović sa sjednice glavnog odbora otišao masakriran u manjini koja se brojala na prstima dvije ruke. Više nije bilo šale. Reagovalo se munjevito. Za samo 15 dana sve je dovedeno u red. Podsjećanja radi, prema analizama mnogih međunarodnih organizacija Demokratska partija socijalista Crne Gore važi za jednu od najbolje organizovanih političkih partija u jugoistočnoj Evropi. Događaji iz 1997. godine govore upravo suprotno. Demokratska partija socijalista Crne Gore uopšte ni ne postoji. Postoji mehanizam koji je uspio da od DPS-a za samo 15 dana, u marketinškom smislu, napravi nešto što treba da liči na LSCG, a da u isto vrijeme pomiri Amfilohija Radovića, Jova Kapičića, Vojina Lazarevića, Miodraga Perovića, Vukašina Maraša, Arsenija Vujovića, don Branka Zbutegu. Tom mehanizmu Đukanović duguje tron.

S druge strane upravo tom mehanizmu, Liberalni savez Crne Gore bio je i ostao DRŽAVNI NEPRIJATELJ BROJ JEDAN.

Prema “državnom neprijatelju broj jedan” mehanizam uvijek sprovodi, između ostalih, sljedeće korake:

1. Formira poseban tim tajne policije koji se bavi samo tim neprijateljem
2. Definiše geografski raspon djelovanja
3. Pokriva medije
4. Sprječava finansiranje
5. Djeluje agentima

Milion puta sam čuo priču o tome kako je strašno čudno što je recimo LS napustilo toliko članova, i čini mi se da je sad super momenat da podijelimo jednu priču koja je nastala kao rezultat otvaranja tajnog dosijea KOS-a o šefu UDBE Aleksandru Rankoviću. Normalno ovo nikad nije objavljeno u Crnoj Gori. Ostavljam Vam link da pročitate kompletan tekst.

Znači agenti su postavljani u Rankovićevom okruženju od 1964-te godine do njegove smrti 1983-e godine. Politička pozicija je potpuno nebitna za ovu priču. Bitan je mehanizam, i način na koji se to radi.

Citiram dio izvještaja: ”Ideja je bila da (on, D. M. - op. aut.) pokuša stupiti u kontakt s Rankovićem na taj način što će uporno šetati oko Rankovićeve vile po lijepom vremenu sa svojim sinom. Jedan dan to je i uspjelo - M.-a je Ranković pozvao da svrati u vilu. On se detaljno interesovao za njega, a kada je saznao da dobro poznaje Radoša, to je postala osnova za daljnje kontakte. Nakon 2-3 dana došlo je do novog susreta. Nevjerovatno je bilo kako se Ranković brzo otvorio. Iznosio mu je detalje o svom sukobu s Titom, Kardeljem i drugim jugoslavenskim rukovodiocima, kako je tekao Plenum, kako se tko držao na tom plenumu. Sebe je predstavio kao žrtvu zavjere. Kako je M. bio stručnjak za auta i kućne popravke, Rankovićeva žena ga je angažovala i oni su ga prihvatili kao člana svoje familije. Razgovore je prenosio vjerodostojno, i general Mišković je ocijenio da je to ogroman napredak. Počelo se razmišljati kako da se dokumentuju ti razgovori: korištene su radiostanice veličine kutije cigareta EK-16, koje su služile za komunikaciju između auta i pratnje u operativnom radu KOS-a.”

I što reći poslije svega ovoga. Pročitati ove gadosti od današnje štampe, o tome kako je Jevrem Brković na sred Cetinja izmršikao gradonačelnika prijestonice, ili o tome kako će Balša Brković promovisati Mirka Kovača u Marovićevoj Budvi. Ili razmišljati o tome kako će Medo i Srđan Milić sad da se povežu u fantastičnu četvorku koja će da sruši DPS? Ili možda o tome kako je Milo juče saopštio da je opozicija neozbiljna i kako mu savršeno odgovara.

Ne – i meni pada na pamet Solženjicin, i Arhipelag gulag. Padaju mi na pamet razlozi zbog kojih je Crna Gora pobijedila Liberalni savez. Pada mi na pamet žestina tog obračuna protiv LS-a targetiranog od strane "mehanizma" u državnog neprijatelja broj jedan. Pada mi na pamet kako to da ne može da shvati mlad čovjek koji po svojoj prirodi mora postavljati pitanja, mora biti željan znanja, mora sumnjati, mora se boriti, buniti, izgarati. Pada mi na pamet i zaključak Jova Kape iz jučerašnjeg teksta, kako su mu miliji događaji sa njegovim unukom "nego da mu se Karl Marks digne iz groba". Pada mi na pamet i pokojni Vlado Gotovac i njegov omiljeni citat liberala od prije 150 godina: "Najgora vlast je loša vlast koja sebe želi da učini boljom". I opet mi se vraća Crna Gora i činjenica da se vlast nije promijenila već 64 godine. Dobro ste pročitali 64. godine. I opet Gotovac i njegova definicija čovjeka: “ČOVJEK je – veći od države. Insistiramo na vrijednosti i dostojanstvu pojedinca u društvu. Rijetki nadolaze sa životom koji je potreban. S njima je dostojno i propasti. A pravi san je svijet u kom je svaki čovjek potreban.”

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