We are kidding ourselves with the diasporas, but we do not see ourselves

By Nataša Gaon Grujić

If someone, on the other hand, someone who does not live here asked me - What kind of people are we? I would say first that we are good. I would certainly say that we are people who have a soul, although there is no scientific evidence of the existence of a soul, and then I would put my hand on the chest, because here we all felt the pain and said - "My soul hurts."

I would also say that we are witty, and that wit is a feature of intelligent people, and that we are intelligent. I would say it all, and then I would think that we are not exactly like that, how we are being blamed, how we can be evil and unreasonable in our comments. Perhaps I would best explain life in this country in a way that we live between extreme good and extreme evil and then nobody would probably understand me, probably.

Most people do not really understand our jokes, often cruel, do not understand our black humor, and sometimes it's black that niggas can not be. They do not even understand our need to say for someone: "Look at his head ?!" and not one: "My heart is like Trebevic." It will not be certain to understand our need to get bored with the people we call diaspora, our people who fill the cities in July and August.

They actually came home

During the ride, as soon as we notice the side tables, we will give the driver a comment: "Is that how it drives in Austria?" We'll make sure our people come here to go to the hairdresser and fix their teeth. We will comment on the airports of big bags that barely pull. As soon as we see a group of smiling people who are painting in front of the Eternal Fire and Sebile, we will say: "Look at them, your mothers, what are they painting?" And we'll forget that the same people are working all year to come right here - to your own country.

We will forget that they came to their relatives, friends, parents who are older and older every year. We will forget that they are present in these large suitcases. We will ignore the fact that your relatives will fill the refrigerators, and children in your pocket, that your parents do not notice, put money on ice cream. We will not think that they actually came home. For the first few days she will dedicate to her family, and she will contact us with her friends and never, never again, will allow us to pay us the coffee.

They will use that time to go a few days to the sea, so we'll be tempted and say - "How much money they have and go to Tucepi. If I were in their place, I would go to Maldives, go, go." It is rare for anyone to think that they are just trying to live their former life, returning to their lifetime during their vacation.

We will not even think that they want their children who want to admit it or not, the countries in which they are born more are perceived as their own than the one that parents bring them to show part of their roots.

It is not these children the clearest, and Nenad Velickovic described it so nicely in Sahib, when everyone hugs, is on food table, listens to some sad music and cry, that they call it here fun, actually a dernek. How will they be clear why the parents cry ?!

They are all sweets that were bought in BiH

We are unjust people and I would tell someone who would ask us what we are. We're untrue.

I was recently at the Sarajevo airport. The airport is full, our people are leaving, they are returning to their lives, far from here. They shake the bodies in their embrace. They are barely separated from one another. They mask each other as long as they can be seen, and the bags are full, this time to those products without which it can not be. You can buy them the same there in some Vienna or Oslo, but they are not like these here. I know there's not much difference, but I'm not telling them, because they are all sweets that are bought here.

In those months, I see myself with my friends. And nothing has changed, we are talking as if we were seen yesterday. I do not have to, when I talk to them, think what I can, and what I can not say. We laugh, let's forget that we are mocked for years and we are young again. We talk about children and then we are in the present, in all other moments we are not. And I wish, I wish, to close all the border crossings, to close the airport just to stay a little longer, because I, as well as they, while here, live my life from which I was torn away.

If someone, on the other hand, someone who does not live here asked me - What kind of people are we, perhaps the best answer would be that we are people who live between extreme good and extreme evil; that we are the people we live to break away from our past lives. I would also say that we are dirty and unjust, but that every year people who do not live here, with joy, return to this country.

It's hard, in fact, to understand anything in this country ...

24 Apr, 2018
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