The Banal in Our National Identity
I’m writing this article partly because I want to continue to explore my own relation to national identity and how it affects me. For that, I need to go through the looking glass.
I’m writing this article partly because I want to continue to explore my own relation to national identity and how it affects me. For that, I need to go through the looking glass.
“That’s why it is, important, or more important than ever, to look into the mirror, boldly, clearly see all the scars, wounds and shortcomings on our own face, but also to try to heal as much as possible, not giving up in desperation because of the problems with which we face. ” Aleksandar Vučić, President of the Republic of Serbia (July 24, 2017)
President Vucic’s strategy to announce the internal dialogue on Kosovo in May without any first talking points, without the established framework, without even participating in it, succeeded completely, and soon, out of the all possible interlocutors, he will remain the only one, which is the most comfortable position for him.
And I used to be such a cool gal, easy going. It all started with a visit to the ‘heart of Serbia’ and some strange people taking out and selling kidneys, and lives exactly there in the ancient habitat of all Serbian (if only Serbs would decide if their ancestors were Arbanasi or Slavs).
OK. The aim of this text is to fulfill certain needs. To begin with, it needs to fulfill my need to express a huge gratitude (not merely enough) to the Youth Initiative for Human Rights for inviting me to be one of the participants of a visiting program in Prishtina. Had it not been for this trip, the probability of me ever visiting Prishtina, would be equal to a statistical error.
