Polyparty-ism - Search for Common Ground
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ead an article about such family<br />
friendships? I am sure you don't.<br />
Not about childhood friendship,<br />
nor about un<strong>for</strong>gettable street<br />
friendship, but about mutual<br />
respect and visits between families?<br />
And those are the stories written<br />
exactly from life itself. There<br />
are many of them here. We shouldn't<br />
<strong>for</strong>get them.<br />
Right after the earthquake, we<br />
were moved from the old part of<br />
Skopje to the newly established<br />
residential area. One of those<br />
areas, built by Slovenians, was<br />
Vlae. During a stay in the State<br />
hospital, a family member made<br />
friends with an Albanian, J., the<br />
latter coming from a beautiful village<br />
behind Vodno. The friendship<br />
turned into a family friendship and<br />
later visits: he stayed at our home<br />
with his family and we stayed at<br />
his in the village behind Vodno.<br />
The closeness was so strong<br />
that J. started addressing us using<br />
our nicknames, as we addressed<br />
each other in everyday family<br />
communication!<br />
In the mid 1970s, while serving<br />
in the army in Samobor near<br />
Zagreb, I made friends with Z, an<br />
Albanian from the village<br />
Kopanica (the "last post office of<br />
Bojane" as we used to call it)<br />
which afterwards turned into a<br />
family friendship.<br />
When I visited him and his<br />
family I brought him presents,<br />
when he visited me he brought<br />
presents too, beautiful skillfully<br />
knitted woolen socks. The friendship<br />
with Z. lasted <strong>for</strong> a long time,<br />
since he worked in a department of<br />
the Goce Delchev printing company,<br />
the one in the centre of Skopje,<br />
which no longer exists today! One<br />
article can hardly grasp the authenticity<br />
of friendships and respect we<br />
had with Albanians, Turks, Vlachs,<br />
Serbs, Bosnians, Roma in Skopje.<br />
My best friend from high school,<br />
J.T., at the end of the 1960s took<br />
me to Krushevo <strong>for</strong> the first time,<br />
in his family house with a great<br />
and rich Vlach tradition. His<br />
grandmother, still alive at the time,<br />
told us about Ilinden and the day<br />
Krushevo succumbed. She even<br />
remembered details, although she<br />
was a girl at that time. I made<br />
friends with T.M. there, who later<br />
became a prominent skier, and J.,<br />
who studied French.<br />
Apart from T. who was into<br />
sports, we would visit the restaurant<br />
in the centre, held by the well<br />
known caterers J. and P., who later<br />
took over the Writers' Club in<br />
Skopje. We would go down into<br />
the monastery woods, and sang the<br />
song "Dafino, vino<br />
crveno"(Dafina, red wine) we<br />
would first go red from the wine<br />
and then got pale and white as the<br />
beautiful bed covers from<br />
Krushevo. What can I say about<br />
friendship with the Turks, we were<br />
like brothers, since our houses<br />
were separated by only one garden<br />
door. What can I possibly say<br />
about the mutual family visits with<br />
Romot-a porter first in<br />
Kooperativa, later in Vardar and<br />
after that in Tehnometal Vardar?<br />
He came <strong>for</strong> Easter, we visited <strong>for</strong><br />
Gjurgjovden in Topaana, never<br />
thinking that we could miss the<br />
great holiday!<br />
Well, that is life! That is the<br />
grandeur and uniqueness of life.<br />
That's how we were, that was our<br />
destiny, and nobody can change it.<br />
Regardless of whether somebody<br />
suppresses or assists us.<br />
Nowadays, it is called "multiethnic<br />
living," "cohabitation between ethnic<br />
communities," "multicultural<br />
living" or the Framework<br />
Agreement. Fine. But it all sounds<br />
so pale and unconvincing.<br />
Artificial. And it is our fault.<br />
Because tradition is not permanent,<br />
it should be continuously<br />
cherished, updated, renewed. Like<br />
freedom, like wooing the woman<br />
you love, like something sacred<br />
and precious. Nothing is given <strong>for</strong><br />
good, unchanged. We must be<br />
wary of destruction as it preys on<br />
us at each step. And if the framework<br />
means progress, and not<br />
destruction, can anyone speak<br />
against it? Of course not, provided<br />
we do not confuse the terms<br />
progress and destruction. Not to<br />
confuse them and advocate real<br />
values.<br />
My story about the family<br />
friendships was not accidental. It<br />
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