Beogradski vukodlak / Belgrade Werewolf

Tonight, the moon won the victory over the Belgrade smog. There he is, breaking through. He strengthened himself and hugged BIGZ as if he was not basking in the sweat of all lost souls, abducted and torn from their fat owners. Another victory of capitalism. Since we sold all the land and air, we have only the underground left. And the moon. Let’s admire him …

He tore up those few clouds and framed them with contours, in great detail and dedication. Like a street artists making a legal mural. Instagram is once again heated by failed attempts, by cheap cameras of expensive phones, to portray its magnificence. But there it is…Yellow in all its perfection. It needs neither technical nor filter support. An adult human is made up of 60 to 70% water. It is an interesting fact that the relationship between water and land on the planet Earth is also something in favor of water. Of course, we all know about the tides and what the Moon is able to do with the water on Earth.

So can you imagine then what this satellite is able to do with the human body?!

And the stated facts probably have absolutely nothing to do with each other, unless you are a regular reader of Blic Women (local newspaper).

But explain that to a werewolf…

The night, as it usually happens in Dušan’s schedule, once again managed to skip the day. He didn’t like the light of day at all. At least not lately. People scared him and reminded him of the time when he had a wife, a job, working hours and a career that the average fan of the documentary “The Secret“ admires. Focus, self-initiative and character were the holy trinity. The formula for success that he repeated in himself, in front of subordinates, but also equal colleagues, and in the descriptions of his photos on social networks. Money in hand.

It has been a little over a decade since the master was completed. A high-paying job in the profession was a logical sequence of circumstances for such a resourceful student.

White teeth, trimmed fingernails, muscular breasts that tighten the buttons of a perfectly ironed shirt are now a thing of the past. Missed essence.

That world is a lie and he no longer wanted to be a part of it! He quit loudly.

The idea was simple …

He will slam the doors of the company, with style, he will ring all the bells, he will get attention and so popular, he will continue to do what he has always wanted …

He will be a motivational speaker and will travel the world! After all, he watched more than enough TED conferences to make the vision sound pointless. The shaman’s self-awareness therapies taught him that all the values ​​he knew up to that point had been imposed. He will travel, he will earn from what he truly loves, he will be a role model for everyone who suffers from daily tortures, pressures and tensions. It will motivate all the demotivated, it will embrace the lost! Those who are blind in spirit on the path to happiness will see with their spirit.

No one will have to suffer the frustrations of their superiors anymore, no one will have to work anymore to achieve someone’s goals!

However … Dušan seemed to be strong only by fulfilling other people’s expectations. He drew that curse of implied success from his grandfather, a famous Belgrade lawyer. This time, with his idea, he encountered criticism from most of his environment, and with every doubt he sank lower and lower into ruin. It seems that the subconscious fear of defeat was stronger than the desire to win. He went into battle to fulfill his dreams unarmed. Other people’s ideals suited him much better.

He was left by his wife first.

Poor Ines could not come to terms with the fact that someone was thinking so selfishly. That anyone can even think that in those years he does not start a family and does not build the foundation of material security, but to decide to travel in vain?! To motivate others ?!

… Dusan felt united with nature as a child. He felt that he belonged somewhere, in the woods, among the fog and clouds, on a mountain. Combined with a passionate adoration of comics - a hobby he picked up from his uncle, and his later shamanic therapies, he was even more convinced that he had been a wild animal in a previous life. And not just any. Wolf! He often imagined himself sneaking in the tall grass, between the pines, his nostrils spread in the wind, inhaling the molecules of freedom.

He has already learned that freedom in human form is a double-edged sword.

On this full moon evening, he hated himself a little less than the previous days. Despite the atmosphere of darkness and the stench of cigarettes, stale sweat and alcohol, the silence did not sting him as usual. Something strange was happening. He knew it couldn’t be whiskey. His body is too used to cheap whiskeys. American films and music from the time around the penultimate bombing of Belgrade, which he listened to every day, also shaped his taste for drinks. The blood origin and the angry home did not have much of a chance compared to the cold Irish.

Dusan felt different.

Well, it’s not that bad. He doesn’t have to be his own enemy every night. He’s lonely, so what! He always wanted that. He’s drunk. So what?! At least that’s nothing new. He’s not sad tonight. Tonight is just like … As it should be. A feeling of some strange serenity. In a cocktail of bitterness and drunkenness, the mind does not always accelerate to infinity, so there is nothing in it. Sometimes, but only sometimes, the mind accelerates to the point where everything makes so much sense that nothing makes sense.

Everything is clear. Everything can be explained rationally. And it’s all bullshit. There is no freedom in the city! There is no freedom in the human body!

By the time his memory reaches him, he has become nothing of what he wanted to be when he grows up. The hardest part is admitting mistakes that are impossible to correct.

He’ll rise above that tonight. He must rise above all and dance with the Moon. The solution looks perfectly logical from the perspective of the feet that balance in half on the edge of the balcony of the sixteenth floor of the eastern gates of Belgrade.

It is generally known that you can only become a werewolf on the night of a full moon. As comics have taught him, transformation from the human form can only be achieved with an abnormal rush of adrenaline. Dušan found the only suitable record for his farewell to the metamorphosis with her favorite song…Pink Floyd - Shine On You Crazy Diamond. Finally, a faint smile filled the emaciated face of the once successful accountant. He calculated very well…The way out was waiting for him somewhere halfway between the untied laces of his favorite Chucks and the hot Horseman’s (Konjarnik) concrete below.

… Neighbors across Konjarnik claimed years later that something scared their dogs on full moon nights.

But we on this side of the city know that it is not Dušan. Dušan did not like the city.