karanana wrote:Pa od 4 godine opsade uvjeren sam da je bar 100 dana bilo struje povremeno. Pa nekad bi dodji i voda valjda? Pa i neki telefoni u gradu za medjugradske pozive su ponekad radili? Posebno govorim o 94. i 95. Pa zato kontam da se sta nije moralo platiti.
za_sada_bez_dobrog_nicka wrote:karanana wrote:Pa od 4 godine opsade uvjeren sam da je bar 100 dana bilo struje povremeno. Pa nekad bi dodji i voda valjda? Pa i neki telefoni u gradu za medjugradske pozive su ponekad radili? Posebno govorim o 94. i 95. Pa zato kontam da se sta nije moralo platiti.
da tebe nešto nije "prenijelo" u Ruandu?
Smedje kese, brojevi 1-12, ovdje je spisak sadrzajaDioda wrote:Joj meni Ikar bio mljac
A lanc paketi,njam ha ha ha
Men' se cini da su bili isti kao ovi,samo smedji
http://grayfalcon.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.htmlGratitude
When the Izetbegovic regime picked a fight with the Bosnian Serbs fifteen years ago (April 6, 1992), one of the immediate results was a division of Sarajevo with roadblocks and barricades, with the part of the city controlled by Muslim militias effectively cut off from the rest of the country. Most stores were looted within weeks, courtesy of crime overlords who declared themselves "defenders" of the city - although they had copious help from local residents who figured (and correctly) that this was all the food they would see for a while.
Food began arriving into the city in June, when the airport re-opened under UN management. Thus began the Sarajevo airlift, which lasted longer than the Berlin one. Someone somewhere probably has a tally of all the food, medicine, blankets and plastic sheeting that UNHCR delivered to Sarajevo, and Bosnia in general. I can only say with the certainty of someone who's been there throughout the war that this aid kept people alive who would have otherwise starved. And not only civilians - because as soon as the food and supplies started arriving, the government set up an "Agency for reception and distribution" of aid, which would skim 60% or more of the rations for use by the government and the military.
One can only imagine the dire predicament of civilians trapped in wartime Sarajevo when MREs were considered gourmet food, usually sprinkled on top of rice, pasta or - on those rare days - beans. One of the staples of humanitarian aid rations was Icar - canned beef from somewhere in the EU which looked rather vile.
Well, as war and propaganda went on, soon the people inside the Muslim portion of Sarajevo began to grow a sense of entitlement. The food was nothing more than the world "owed" us, for failing to defend us from "aggression" and "genocide." How dared they send us ratty gray blankets, or vitaminized biscuits from 1968, pulled from stocks never used in Vietnam? Didn't they know we were Europeans, used to Italian shoes and German cars? The outrage! Few, if any, stopped to think that without this food, those blankets, or the admittedly hideous-looking foil we used to cover up our shattered windows, we would have all frozen or starved to death in 1992. Or that the UNHCR was essentially the logistics command for the "Bosnian Army," enabling it to continue the war until Izetbegovic could get a territorial settlement he actually liked. Instead, we had people protest that the inconsiderate Europeans sent us this terrible beef...
Fifteen years after the "international community" saved us from starvation just in time, Reuters reports that an art organization has sponsored a monument to Icar beef (Reuters photo below).
"To the international community, the grateful citizens of Sarajevo," reads the inscription on the pedestal holding up the giant Icar can.
"It's witty, ironic and artistic," says Dunja Blazevic from the Center for Contemporary Art, which is behind the sculpture.
The popular urban myth from the war, recycled by Blazevic in her statement to Reuters, is that Icar beef was so vile even cats and dogs refused to eat it. It's certainly possible. But I've traveled a bit since, and Icar is hardly worse than what they serve in school cafeterias or fast-food places in the U.S.
No one in the world had the slightest shred of obligation or duty to send anything to the people of Bosnia, who democratically elected politicians that led the country into civil war. The responsibility for supplying and defending the civilian population was squarely on the government that declared independence - and that government failed at everything a government is supposed to do. Miserably. To cover that up, it constantly blamed the "international community." To the present day, hundreds of thousands of people in Bosnia believe "the world" had failed them, and that the West owes them something.
Thus the Icar monument. "Hey foreigners, how dare you send us non-gourmet food? We are the righteous victims, didn't you know?"
I wonder if those ingrates who made the sculpture, as well as those who will walk past it with an approving snicker, will ever realize that without that help, without those very cans of grade-Q beef, few of them would still be alive? The world owes us nothing. And we owe ourselves the truth.
Posted by Gray Falcon at 13:02
Keks iz vijetnama je bio jak ko NATOchuchumbamayumbe wrote:Jbga,
Ispade da se u ratu imalo za birati sta ce se jesti, pa niko nije htio da halise Ikar jer je bilo teletine i piletine...?
Ja sam cuo da se Ikar proizvodio u Italiji, da ga je radila ista fabrika koja je radila i konzerve za kerove pa je vjerovatno i sastav bio slican.
Uglavnom, vise sam volio Ikar kakav god, nego onaj jebeni keks iz konzerve godiste '47.
Izgleda da je slabo ko ovdje bio gladan kada moze da omalovazava "ulogu" Ikara u ratu.
Pokusavala sam da nadjem,ali nisam mogla 
in33sa wrote:Ikar nije radiokativan, Ikar je malo radiokativan.
Ne znam od cega se pravio, ali imao ja macka u ratu, hranio ga Ikarom i jedan dan zovem ja njega mac mac, kad nesto glavato izlazi iz njegove korpe (u kojoj je spavao) i govori "ET go home!"
Otis`o je poslije par dana, netragom. Cujem da je napravio karijeru u Holivudu.
A najbolji mi je bio onaj keks, nesto ko petit beurre, ali tvrd u pm. S kamionom onog keksa se moglo Sarajevo deblokirat, ono i sljem probija. Ali kad se niko nije dosjetio.
Dobro, puca na Pofalicima ali kod nas mir- kasarna nas dijeli Sta je u nosu ? Miris proljeca, baruta ili pecenih ustipaka na toj konzervi. . jaaaaaaao tuge. . Prvih mjeseci totalne nestasice do neke organizacije- jednom jedes, navece, jer ujutro se kupi brasno pa potkuhas, pa u red kod kone da ispece za 20 porodica u haustoru.. Ovaj put, bez puske, cemo na te grane spast, tako su obecali pa ih drzimo za rijec 
sta se zalite ja sam se uvijek radovala ovim paketicima tata je u svojoj jedinici imao kuhinju pa nisu dobijali ove pakete...rijetko rijetko - kad je isao na treskavicu...ili neka vanredna situacija (napad). prepoznajem flashicu super - mega -extra ukusnog tabaco sosa kako je tad grah super mirisao vidim ga sad i u prodavnicama Kad je prica oko Tabasco sosa, ja se nekako docepo male bocise sosa prije nego sto dosli da se dijele u nasem naselju anch paketi, ja sam znao da je to fakat ljut sos (imo prije rata on nekuda) I bilo raje pred ulazom, I ja kazem njima ovo pravo dobar sos, slatki koncentrat ovo ono, mora se probati, I nakav malac pita a sto su to male bocice ovo ono, ja kazem ma to ti je dragocijeno pa zato se samo daju u malim kolicinama pa zato mala bocica, I smuntam ja tog malca da proba, I ja njemu maltene cijelu bocicu ispem u usta I on proguta, jaaoooooo kad ga slak nije strefio, podje on vriskati ljuto aaaaaaa, hahahahahha mi smo padali od sege, ali mi ga je sad zao, malac ako ovo citas, izvini majketi. To je takva sega bila……….Amazonka27 wrote:heheheh
). Ali obavezno se u svakoj konzervi nalazila neka žila, za koju sam ja volio da mislim da je dio penisa ko zna koje životinje ...svakako sam nju uvijek bacao, jer je bilo nemoguće pojesti, kao da je od gume.Od metalnih kutija za vijetnamski keks su se pravile bolje peci (Taj lafo vitaminski keks od koga se ko fol debljalo je navodno predstavljao keks zaostao jos od rata u Vijetnamu - napravljeno je vise keksa nego sto je rat trajao, pa da se nebi bacio...dzemmo wrote: od ovih konzervi se pravila mala pec, sjecam se ko juce..
Dobar za koristenje kao plocice u kupatilu ili kao crijep za pokrivanje kuce)Te zlatne pljosnate konzerve od 200 grama su jedino sta valja da je dolazilo (pored danskog feta sira koji je dolazio '92.dzemmo wrote:ja upravo trazim sliku, al ne ide mi..barby02 wrote:Od haringine pljosnate ili plosnate "zlatne" konzerve, rucak za troje - da se prezdres
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da se pridruzim:water wrote:i ja da dodam:Brunello wrote:karanana wrote:E, sjetih se necega cega sam se cesto pitao, ali zaboravio da bilo koga pitam.
U ratu, jeli bilo racuna za placanje rezija kao sto su struja, voda, telefon, smece ili je to bilo besplatno kad ga je bilo? Ili se to placalo nekakvim bonovima? A sta ako ljudi nisu nista radili i nisu imali te bonove? jeli im iskljucivano?
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cuj struja. i voda. svaki put kad zagrabis miljacke, dvajes cigara; a ako ufatis lavor kisnice moras Bogu platit. joj strovale
to mi je bilo pravo dobro dok je amidzin pas redovno jeo ikar i na kraju pola dlake izgubio, godinama poslije rata ga lijecili dok nije dosao sebi... isto radioaktivne da su bile 
