atko wrote:Mozda se prwevise izvjestaceno to pokusava napraviti ali meni je draza i takva manifestacija nego korida u Cevljanovicima
Cevljanovici zakon, i Gornji i Donji
BULL-FIGHTING, BOSNIAN STYLE
What I saw in Cevljanovici, a village about an hour north of Sarajevo, proves to me that bulls have much more sense than humans. If only the Spanish and Mexican bulls were so lucky as to fight each other, instead of humans, and if only humans would fight like these bulls (if fight they must), what a better world it would be.
There's a tradition going way back, where owners raise and train bulls to fight each other in an event called a "korida." These bullfights are staged in the context of a country fair ("teferic"), in the midst of a crowded scene of tents where people consume much meat and drink while listening to country-eastern music, stalls where other people sell all kinds of goods -- bootlegged cds, clothing, houseware, cigarettes, etc, and still other people dance the kolo to live music all day, rain or shine.
I drove up to Cevljanovici with some friends to take in that scene. It was a place of meat -- live, dead, and cooked. Workers were carrying lamb carcasses to and fro, roasting them on a turning spit, and burly butchermen hacked them up with knives and axes, selling portions by the kilo to hungry visitors from near and far. Families spread out picnic blankets on the hillsides and took in the action. People ate lamb and bread with their hands; not a fork was in sight.
The event was opened by the laying of memorial wreathes at a statue commemorating fallen defenders of Bosnia from the recent war. People then laid a wreathe at a nearby monument to fallen Partisans from World War II. The announcer explained, "...because, in some way, both wars were a fight against fascism." End of politics.
Pretty soon a duo started playing into a p.a. system in the field, and a few dancers took up the kolo. After a while there were hundreds, and the dancing continued throughout the subsequent thunderstorm.
Loud music pounded from the tents. Slinky folksingers were accompanied by accordions, synthesizers, a huge Bosnian saz, and a fiddler holding an obligatory cigarette in his bowing hand. They were performing an archaic, high-energy kind of music not heard much in the cities, more in the small towns and villages east of Tuzla. Some sang along, and others ate or drank along. All left the worries of unemployment, love, low pensions, return and reconstruction, politics, and survival behind. There were a couple of politicians present, but for once, they didn't dominate the scene.
Later in the afternoon, at one end of the field, the Korida began. Crews led their bulls to the ring. The bulls would butt heads or just push against each other. Each fight took about 10 to 15 minutes. Some bulls needed to be prompted to fight. There was no blood or gore. The bulls have horns, but they didn't use them. The fights weren't very exciting. Once in a while a bull would look up as if to say, "Why the hell are we doing this?" One pair even refused to fight at all. In each fight, eventually one bull would give up and run or walk away. Then the other bull would be declared the winner.
A friend told me the bulls usually aren't killed in a fight. One time a bull was killed, and the owner held a dzenaza (the word for a Muslim funeral), and 700 people attended it.
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a mogli su fino mene uzet da Hin to vodim, ja imam bolju haljinu 
Pa šta ako ima ufuranih zbog akreditacija? 
