Polyparty-ism - Search for Common Ground
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I remember another thought which<br />
is applicable to what is happening to us.<br />
With all the dogs of war, the butchers,<br />
the satraps and all the evil, there is still<br />
a little light at the end of the tunnel. I<br />
still don't see the critical substance of<br />
evil in inter-ethnic relations, and I think<br />
that living together is still realistic. Life<br />
is the ultimate witness to this.<br />
To be honest, be<strong>for</strong>e Tanushevci, I<br />
used to believe in the stability of our<br />
interethnic relations. Even more so<br />
after the <strong>for</strong>ged coalition. I believed<br />
that all those years of Commun<strong>ism</strong> had<br />
spoiled the good relations between<br />
Macedonians and Albanians and that<br />
the coalition would help to build the<br />
much needed trust and to tear down the<br />
false theatrical scrim of the interethnic<br />
make-believe of the communist past.<br />
The coalition had the potential <strong>for</strong> a<br />
true, original perspective, a fresh<br />
unBalkanlike step <strong>for</strong>ward in the<br />
Balkans. But the very foundation of<br />
that perspective was eaten away by the<br />
Tower of Babel syndrome. Some say<br />
that this crisis used the principle of<br />
joint vessels to spread to Macedonia<br />
from Kosovo. There are analysts<br />
whose scientific apparatus breaks down<br />
the anatomy of events until their last<br />
details. But I aim at the good side of<br />
human beliefs, and I hope, despite<br />
everything that has happened, that our<br />
chances <strong>for</strong> inter-ethnic coexistence are<br />
not spoiled. We haven't hit rock bottom<br />
yet. Isn't this loud scream, while pointing<br />
at the iceberg under the water and<br />
calling it an open Pandora's box,<br />
enough? And can it help the avalanche<br />
of local inconsistencies and everchanging<br />
political views?<br />
I want to believe that this text has<br />
some symbolic or inspirational purpose.<br />
It's certain that one's personal life<br />
is the utmost testament, and in it there<br />
always resides an active and unchanging<br />
schedule of dates, people, events<br />
and happenings. Here I would like to<br />
tell the story of how my parents got<br />
married, just in brief. It will help to tell<br />
you that we're here, together, come rain<br />
or come shine and we do it in our joint<br />
home.<br />
When my father, Petre Jakimoski,<br />
was a young man, he worked in the<br />
brick factory with Asip Demo. He fell<br />
in love with Draganka Jankulovska<br />
from Volino and he was determined to<br />
marry her. Since he was poor, her parents<br />
wouldn't even consider it. With<br />
Draganka's consent, he decided to<br />
elope with her. Fearing the search parties,<br />
he decided to cover his tracks and<br />
spent the first wedding night in the<br />
house of his friend Asip Demo, from<br />
Livada. This is a fact and is still spoken<br />
about. It is something that we respect,<br />
and we found mutual visits normal-a<br />
real joyful occasion. Asip was even<br />
the guest of honour at my wedding. I'm<br />
a writer and this was written by life<br />
itself. I refuse to add or remove anything<br />
from this story. In it you will find<br />
the much needed sound of human joy<br />
and the bread and salt and the hunger<br />
and the need <strong>for</strong> one another and the<br />
need to be one next to each other. This<br />
is the dialogue of the past, and it can<br />
still be heard, because "what once happened<br />
never ceases to happen," as I<br />
once wrote. I was right then, and I am<br />
right now.<br />
In Kundera's vocabulary, remembrance<br />
is not a negation of <strong>for</strong>getting, it<br />
is an eternal dialogue with our soul, our<br />
memory, our being. But it reminds us of<br />
what is happening or could happen. Our<br />
worst fate is interethnic war, which the<br />
Macedonians should not and must not<br />
loose. The Macedonians are simply<br />
deemed to win. When I say<br />
Macedonians, I do it with pride in the<br />
civilization. At the same time, I have<br />
in mind the previously analyzed reality<br />
in which Macedonians are those born in<br />
Macedonia, who consider themselves<br />
such. There are no exceptions here,<br />
whether they calls themselves<br />
Macedonian, Albanian, Turk, Serb,<br />
Armenian or Roma.<br />
I loudly proclaim, "Welcome my<br />
dearest, to the meadows of individual<br />
patriot<strong>ism</strong>-it is a splendid pointer to the<br />
blissful sunrise over my Fatherland. I<br />
would rather not name the opposite.<br />
The opposite is full of consternation,<br />
terror and human misery, in which the<br />
humanity in humans, the Macedonia in<br />
Macedonians, hits rock bottom."<br />
Of course, all of these thresholds<br />
must not be crossed, because of the<br />
world's remembrance and the world's<br />
civilization.<br />
I have tried with words and deeds<br />
to open the bridges of mutual trust and<br />
closeness, to open the door <strong>for</strong> everybody,<br />
no matter what their names and<br />
religions are. This hospitality is the<br />
ticket <strong>for</strong> our mutual home, and the<br />
civility in our mutual relations. This<br />
should be our true and shared perspective.<br />
Perspective is not an empty vessel<br />
in which we put spices over and over<br />
again, do endless research on the idea<br />
of rebuilding, subject to new cartographic<br />
and ideological aims, which we<br />
will incorporate into collective needs.<br />
The perspective is improvement on the<br />
past, in which the structure and the contents<br />
of the personal are modified by<br />
new and brave testimony.<br />
So just to be clear, there is no need<br />
to destroy the old well. Its water has<br />
satisfied the thirst of the thirsty, and it is<br />
a metaphor <strong>for</strong> the quenching of the<br />
thirst of all the Macedonians.<br />
(The author is a writer)<br />
33<br />
What now, June 2001