
On the same day, almost two months ago, when the uproar started about the shooting of Angeline Jolie’s film in Sarajevo, I attended a controversial exhibition in Berlin.
“Don't you insult my tango!”, were the words I heard from an arguing couple as I approached the entrance to one of the spots where tango in Belgrade takes place. To hear the argument, I pretended to be waiting for someone, trying to look as though standing there was an unpleasant must.
I wanted to write a blog about culture and what we (the people in small towns) are faced with when it comes to culture. After initially wanting to blame authorities and those close to them, I shifted my thinking into blaming myself. I would not worry about these thoughts too much; they are just a reaction-coming-late to the poor election results.
I know… just some six hours of travel - and we were already bored with it!
I remember watching the Farm in Mali Rit as a series when I was a kid. There are sentences and names from it that we still use.
I count the years from the end of one holiday to the beginning of a new one. And, it was as if I knew the year would be a very difficult one, I started planning the 2010 holiday well in advance.
When I arrived in the Trg Susan Sontag, the square in which the theatre sits, I was almost the only person there. In front of the theatre, some technicians were setting up hot-lights and camera equipment, while a handful of curious office workers, presumably journeying home, were milling curiously about; otherwise, though, the place was deserted.
Ever since I think that artists do have a role to play in society – to provoke. Provoke emotions, provoke thought, provoke dispute. As the maximal impersonisation of the individual will to create, the artist puts him or herself in a dialogue with the collective, often in conflict. As a member of the civil society, the artist can offer a corrective to developments within the collective.
Dear friend, today’s repertoire is a little act by a talented group of artists from the faraway country of Australia.
They that feel these statues, and proposed changes to the facades of buildings in Skopje’s downtown, are kitschy and follow the same unfortunate logic as the House of Mother Theresa, the eclectic spaceship-like architectural ensemble built recently in Skopje.
A new museum complex, called “Macedonian Struggle”, is being built in Skopje to honour the fighters for Macedonian independence and those who fell in the service of that ideal.
The first time I heard abut the given festival I thought it was an interesting thing and a sign that our society – no matter how conservative or closed it seems – was actually tolerant, unlike the picture it often portrays about itself.
And then, most exciting of all: The Great Wait. Weeks and months of waiting to see how the government will be formed, who gets which ministry in exchange for that one. And, to top off the excitement, this will be in full swing when Macedonians vote then we can enjoy the Great Wait of Macedonia too. In the meantime….and to fill the time…
Few weeks ago, together with many friends of mine, we gathered in the centre of Pristina to sign a petition in support to what today is known the “Union” building”. The action came as a response to media reports that Pristina Municipality is considering to destroy or maybe even move this building, which is the only old remaining building in the city centre.
During the reconstruction of the most frequent junction in the city, workers discover ruins of an ancient temple underneath it. Archeologists are immediately called in only to find out that the temple dates from centuries far beyond scientific knowledge.
Donors spent hundreds of thousands of euro building a new museum in Gjirokastra - but the results were questionable and it ultimately closed over an ideological dispute.