Contrast inside ourselves

As usually, day and night of cold weather was followed by hot breath of the land, and hot day started. Because we had an agreement with professors from the Universita Umetnosti /University of Arts/ in Beograd, we had to hurry up, from from the Jabuka village to the meeting. We were dangerously incorporated into city chaos. Traffic, and curly roads have suddenly ended near the place, where the Sava river meets Danube, where the customs office building used to stand close to a former ferry for crossing of the river borderline between Europe and Balkan.
We were sitting in a summer café at the edge of White Fortress-Singidunum in Beograd, talking with Brkič and Serbian intelectuals about the current decline in using cyrilic letters,
about signs and the role of script in dangerous patriotic atmosphere. Also about global fashion of azbuka letters and local iconography. Walking through the city, we were watching rapid changes in use of alphabets. Places with cyrilic writings changed into fashionable, modern and European somehow totalitarian latin letters, ranging from a bizzare bazzar, little shops, up to supermarkets and hotels. Alphabets are fighting among themselves on walls under bridges, in subways and on hidden places. Maybe nobody is realizing this growing distance to the original Slavic writing, similar to the emptiness of deep hole left after the bombing of the National library at Kosancicev venac. How deep does politics infiltrate into the pergamen layers of local attitudes towards traditions and history? Is it dangerous to see this as a territorial struggle of signs and Scripts? Proclamation, description and claiming of place by letters/grafitti reveals the particular attitudes to the environment.
Evening in Jabuka was filled again with longing for homeland, of the Macedonian mountain people who were resettled from the hills to lowland Vojvodina after the World War II.