This is much more than the documentary work of a film crew. This is much more than an archival value. This is a symbol of a time, this is a plot of an era, these are 50 years in 30 minutes. This is pure abstraction for today's understanding of things, this is a fired bullet that will never go back into the shell. This is just a drop of water, which holding it tightly in the hand evaporated from its own heat on the palm.

All that professionalism, all that love, all that faith, of course all the hope, but it's true. And yes, it sounds like a song, it sounds like a gospel, straight from the core of ungodliness. All the modesty, which is conspicuous in the eye, the way of talking to the interlocutor and the audience, the responsibility for the spoken word, with the full awareness that someone will hear it. That strangely interwoven collegiality, that serenity in looking at the other, that mercy in the discreet self-descent and alien exaltation.

That so present self-examination. It is today simplified and idiotic in one term - uncertainty. It is a search for the better, it is an examination of what has already been done, it is a vision of what follows, but with a mandatory question, where will it lead, it is a responsibility to oneself, but above all to the other, it is love for the other, but before everything to yourself, because only you remain in your skin and with your burden until the very end.

A re-examination that is so irrelevant today, to the point of being undesirable. To the extent that it is already eradicated after various trainings. It's simple, it doesn't work. Say in a job interview that you are re-examining yourself and expect a quick and short answer. It is not leadership, it is not for these new times with new needs. That's not appropriate for now and here. It is appropriate to have 380 leaders in a company with 390 employees. G20 x 20 summit with address at st. Teacher Kamce no. 550 Skopje.

Dignity. Something you have, but not to emphasize. Something that is recognizable in a simple walk, in a shopping in the market, something that is felt in ordinary handling. Today, it is marketing. A new term for new times. New rules for the old game. And all this would be a nostalgic review of a middle-aged man, some logical review, some quiet regret for youth.

But this is the view of a man under 35, a man who from Yugoslavia won only the war to the end, who from communism has only photographs, and from socialism - old banknotes. A man who has no objective reason to think and admire that time. I'm sorry we don't talk like that anymore, normally. Yes, I'm sorry we do not hang out like that, normally. Yes, I'm sorry that 10 centuries have passed between her and this generation. And yes, I'm sorry we're at the front of those 10 centuries.

Every fight with the new "wave" is just shaking one fat tissue trying to get back in shape. Every attempt at something normal is closer to "Bardovci" than to the reason of the other. Every effort to get things back on track has been met with a standing ovation толку and so on. And after each attempt, again in its "calm water", even if it was mud, even though they looked like pigs, even though they suffered daily humiliations and disappointments. Ah, that desolate psychology where the phenomenon of "calm water" is stronger than any spark of reason or a piece of normalcy or a lump of tenderness or an atom of humanity.

And that is why we continue to swim in the calm water until there is a wave of dismissals or until a traffic tsunami takes us away or until someone drains us like a cloth and there is not a speck of water left from the calm water. Every completion of this thought makes me feel unspoken. The day will come when there will be barricades on the traffic lights because people's lives are more important than their fucking "wow I'm in a hurry I'm looking for you" and there will come a time when an adult will never be in a car because it is not normally the time will come when the music will play again for everyone, not just those who pay for it, because someone will come and pay them to be silent. And the time will come when teachers will be a stronger authority than the parent, because literacy is the second breast milk. And finally there will come a time when the new "waves" will not prevent us from being good old people.

Maybe then I will feel overwhelmed.