Welcome everybody! Welcome to this blog about my country, my region, my city! Welcome to Serbia! Welcome to Srem! Welcome to Sremska Mitrovica!
Place where every thing runs slowly. Place where people look at all their problems and say FUCK IT. They just pour some white wine in glass with some sparkling water over it, and salute to the person on the right and drink it bit by bit. While in the background a sweat sound of TAMBURASI is coming.
If you close your eyes you can hear whistling wind, whistling through the ears of wheat, in all this plain of Srem . You can hear people singing and laughing in cafana's.
Close your eyes again. Do you see it? Do you see that person wearing white clothes with the black vest over it and black hat on his head? Can you see it how he is drinking cold white wine under the shade, during his break after working on his crops. Can you see it? Can you see that short guy with big stomach? You see that guy, that is Sremac.
This is the guy who did not care what nationality other people were; this is the guy who does not care which nationality other people are; this is the guy that would not care what nationality other people might be.
And I am just like that guy. Another usual, typical Sremac. And all of you that are currently reading this and thinking in your small closed minds filled only with westernized propaganda about Serbs and genocide and war crimes, how they did this, did that, how they are responsible for all the mess that happened here in The Balkans. Please, Get The Fuck Outta Here. Because your small, low IQ brains can not accept different and true information. And I am not willing to explain individually to each one of you who saw a couple news headlines and now think that you have all the knowledge of this world... And all of you who want to see the real Serbia, all of you who want to meet Serbia on her inside. Please stay and forgive me for my bad language in the previous sentences.
You saw that Sremac, right? Did you hear the giggling next to him? If not close your eyes again and hear it. Now move your look a bit to the right. Now you see from where that giggling coming from. It is from kids of the Sremac. You see those kids playing soccer, basketball, tennis...? You see those kids? They are the next Branislav Ivanovic, the next Vlade Divac, they are the next Peja Stojakovic, the next Ana Ivanovic, they are the next Novak Djokovic... Those people that I just mentioned, they don't look like genocide maniacs do they, ha? No, they don't, and neither are the rest of the 99.99% of Serbian people. Oh, and what would Sremac be without his Sremica, without his wife. The woman who makes the best strudels. And not just that, but all sorts of goodies made of dough. But be aware, you don't want piss that woman off... Just trust me :) I'm off, I'm heding to kafana. Cold white wine and sparkling water is waiting for me... You can look me up, just follow the sound of tamburasi and you'll find me. I'm buying. See ya :) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oS0vTrKZDxI
Place where every thing runs slowly. Place where people look at all their problems and say FUCK IT. They just pour some white wine in glass with some sparkling water over it, and salute to the person on the right and drink it bit by bit. While in the background a sweat sound of TAMBURASI is coming.
If you close your eyes you can hear whistling wind, whistling through the ears of wheat, in all this plain of Srem . You can hear people singing and laughing in cafana's.
"Stop the Danube, and the sands of time. This is my song, and song of my dear. Let them accompany my everywhere. With the song of the best Wine. The eight tamburasi from the Petrovaradin"That is my favorite song, and that is my motto. And trust me, not just mine, it is a motto of almost every person who has a family in this region for a long, long, long period of time.
Close your eyes again. Do you see it? Do you see that person wearing white clothes with the black vest over it and black hat on his head? Can you see it how he is drinking cold white wine under the shade, during his break after working on his crops. Can you see it? Can you see that short guy with big stomach? You see that guy, that is Sremac.
This is the guy who did not care what nationality other people were; this is the guy who does not care which nationality other people are; this is the guy that would not care what nationality other people might be.
And I am just like that guy. Another usual, typical Sremac. And all of you that are currently reading this and thinking in your small closed minds filled only with westernized propaganda about Serbs and genocide and war crimes, how they did this, did that, how they are responsible for all the mess that happened here in The Balkans. Please, Get The Fuck Outta Here. Because your small, low IQ brains can not accept different and true information. And I am not willing to explain individually to each one of you who saw a couple news headlines and now think that you have all the knowledge of this world... And all of you who want to see the real Serbia, all of you who want to meet Serbia on her inside. Please stay and forgive me for my bad language in the previous sentences.You saw that Sremac, right? Did you hear the giggling next to him? If not close your eyes again and hear it. Now move your look a bit to the right. Now you see from where that giggling coming from. It is from kids of the Sremac. You see those kids playing soccer, basketball, tennis...? You see those kids? They are the next Branislav Ivanovic, the next Vlade Divac, they are the next Peja Stojakovic, the next Ana Ivanovic, they are the next Novak Djokovic... Those people that I just mentioned, they don't look like genocide maniacs do they, ha? No, they don't, and neither are the rest of the 99.99% of Serbian people. Oh, and what would Sremac be without his Sremica, without his wife. The woman who makes the best strudels. And not just that, but all sorts of goodies made of dough. But be aware, you don't want piss that woman off... Just trust me :) I'm off, I'm heding to kafana. Cold white wine and sparkling water is waiting for me... You can look me up, just follow the sound of tamburasi and you'll find me. I'm buying. See ya :) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oS0vTrKZDxI
Author: Milos Birovic
Editor: Cassi Merten
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