F**k you, Zoki! I have you in mind, but you're slowly getting on my "nerves." I grew up in a multicultural environment. The neighbors were Bosniaks, Serbs, Croats, a Macedonian, and one Slovenian who annoyed everyone. I learned one simple thing: roots are like underwear. Everyone has them, no one hides them, but you also don't hang them on the balcony every day for the whole street to see. Stevanović is now the second person in the country. Not the mayor of Foča, not the godfather of the Republic of Srpska, but the president of the Slovenian National Assembly. And he's going for a weekend "to the hills above Tara," where he's randomly godfathering at a church together with a person whom Slovenia has banned from entering the country. In the photos, all the political elite of the Republic of Srpska is there. He writes at home, "beautiful moments with the locals." Dodik posts a video and emphasizes that the president of the Slovenian parliament is there. So: when Dodik is unwanted in Slovenia, Slovenia goes to him. In simple terms: if you're not allowed in a tavern, you send the president of the parliament up there. And this is not a problem of origin. Everyone has roots somewhere. That's not the problem. The problem is that the position of the president of the National Assembly does not have a weekend. There is no "private visit." When you sit in that chair, you are in Slovenia, not Zoran from the neighboring village. Anyone who has at least once watched how the Austrians or Germans handle this should know that. Mr. Stevanović, roots are a beautiful thing. But it's better to water them at home, quietly, as we all do. Not with Dodik on the balcony. (translated)
