Sudar Svetova / The Clash: Mi

My name is Miroslav, I am 73 years old and on behalf of my generation I ask myself: where did we go wrong? Earlier, when they asked me what age I was, it was enough to say that I was a post-war generation and it was known that I thought I was born immediately after ’45. Unfortunately as history has progressed I now have to be more precise about which war I mean exactly. I was a generation that raised a new world, a world of prosperity and a “one for one, one for all” mentality. At least I was left with the spirit of rhyming the striking slogans from the work actions). And I don’t know where we went wrong. As a young man, I respected the elderly, today few people respect me. All my life I worked to retire to read newspapers in the park in peace, today in Belgrade there are no parks, and by God there are no newspapers worth reading. Everything is just concrete. And not the socialist concrete of New Belgrade that awakened hope for a better future, but some superstructure, extension of new construction, some kitsch and nonsense. I used to be able to walk normally on the street, now I don’t know if my heart, skate, scooter or heart will cut me again because I haven’t seen these other two. Is this the future we have created? I still wonder where we went wrong?

I was born in the early nineties, the strongest time, gas. Born into a old Belgrade family, some deputy director, mother-in-law, is sorry. We knew when lunch was, I was often late. Dad was angry while I was making cash from my mother. They don’t have to know everything even though they are. I mostly save for sneakers, you know how they say I don’t make money but I don’t spend much. I did a couple of jobs, it quickly bored me, it’s some trips in my head, I can’t do it with them. Importantly I finished school, Dad was proud. I’m really looking for a job in the profession, I can’t do everything, my parents are learned people, it doesn’t work. In addition to sneakers, I also like sweet chicks, I love my friends, all for one, one for all. Blocks. I love rollerblading in the wild. I hate injustice, except when I do it. Just kidding. I don’t know which generation I am from Belgrade, we stopped counting. The tattoo confirms everything. I am planning another one on the same topic. I buy homemade, except for Nike sneakers. And clothes. Fast food is a vice for me, I try to be as late as possible for cooking because of it. I split boiled brandy. Cold too. I didn’t tell you the strongest trick, mine gave me the name Srboljub, hey, in the nineties Srboljub. I love Serbia and I love it, but that. You know what children are like at school, they call out, I beat them afterwards, I didn’t owe them anything. Now they call me Srbeks, I’m used to it, even though it sounds like a furniture fabric factory. In addition to derogatory names, they left us a fucked-up state, so I wonder people, where did you do all this wrong?