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corolla02 wrote:Iskreno, isprani mozak nekog desnicara!

http://www.ekapija.ba/website/bih/page/150411 wrote:Za Despiće kaže su bili vrlo poznata zanatlijska i trgovačka porodica. Predak porodice Despić doselio se 1760. u Sarajevo iz Hercegovine.


"Oženio se sarajevskom djevojkom Despom i njihovi sinovi prezivali su se i po ocu bili prozvani u Sarajevu kao Despići, Despini sinovi. Oni su kasnije zadržali to prezime. Bavili su se čurčijskim zanatom (krznarskim). Sarajevo je bilo jedan veliki trgovački centar u Osmanskom carstvu, gdje su dolazili karavani i s Istoka i sa Zapada. Muslimani su uglavnom bili orijentisani na trgovinu s Carigradom, dok su kršćani i Jevreji trgovali i sa Zapadom", podsjeća Ljiljana Beljkašić-Hadžidedić.

Zbog bogatstva "jeli zlatnim kašikama"


Sarajevo je tada bilo središte trgovine između Carigrada, Beča, Budimpešte i Trsta. Među svim zanatlijama u gradu Sarajevu najbogatiji su bili kujundžije i čurčije.


"U ono doba bio je modni trend da se nosi odjeća od krzna, a Despići su trgovali krznom od Ankone, Beča, Trsta do Marselja. Početkom 19. vijeka bio je najveći procvat porodice Despić. Postojale su legende u starom Sarajevu da Despići jedu zlatnim kašikama, toliko su bogati. Jedan od tih prvih Despića koji se oženio Despom je 1780. godine ovdje u nekadašnjem Latinluku kupio malu kuću, od koje je danas u sklopu ovog objekta ostala magaza i jedna soba. Onda je nekoliko godina nakon toga dokupio susjednu kuću i stavio je pod zajednički krov.

http://www.ekapija.ba/website/bih/page/150411 wrote:Nesvakidašnji testament hadži Makse Despića


Ljiljana Beljkašić-Hadžidedić kaže da je hadži Makso Despić bio veoma cijenjen i plemenit čovjek.


"Prije smrti je napravio testament koji je odudarao od tadašnjih shvatanja. Naredio je da niko ne smije da se skuplja u kući kada on umre, da se ne čašćava, da niko ne nosi crninu. I od svojih para odredio je da se podijeli sirotinji katoličkoj, pravoslavnoj, muslimanskoj i jevrejskoj. Kada je umro cijelo Sarajevo mu je došlo na sahranu, a povorka je krenula iz Stare pravoslavne crkve na Baščaršiji", ističe Hadžidedićeva.


Dodaje kako je Makso Despić, navjerovatnije, ukopan na starom pravoslavnom groblju na Koševu.

tempora wrote:Neprilagodjena, postoji veca mogucnost da ja stradam od nekog fanatika, nego da se na Wildersa izvrsi atentat. Taj je za razliku od Pima i Tea ( Teo je odbijao pratnju i zastitu) zasticen kao polarni medvjed. I bolje da mu se nista ne desi jer ...ne mogu da zamisljam scenario koji bi uslijedio spram stranaca, osobito Marokanaca, koji su najvise na udaru od 11 septembra i ubistva Tea.

Sekretar skoja, tolerancija u BiH vise ne postoji, pa BIH nema sto nauciti Holandiju po tom pitanju. Ako je ista postojala prije rata, ona je ratom i poslijeratnim vremenom definitivno unistena. O toleranciji u BiH se jos moze pricati u mikro organizmima.

neprilagodjena wrote:Draga tempora mene je bas strah da ce taj atentat da bude izvrsen.


Poslije ovakvih izjava sumnjam da ce marokanci i turci da se smire,njima samo treba malo
a i sama znas da cemo svi da nahebemo zbog toga

neprilagodjena wrote:Draga tempora mene je bas strah da ce taj atentat da bude izvrsen.


Poslije ovakvih izjava sumnjam da ce marokanci i turci da se smire,njima samo treba malo
a i sama znas da cemo svi da nahebemo zbog toga

tempora wrote:http://www.volkskrant.nl/binnenland/art ... moeten_weg ( video je na engleskom)

Vares City wrote:

tempora wrote:http://www.volkskrant.nl/binnenland/art ... moeten_weg ( video je na engleskom)

Ovaj "zuco"nema nikakve sanse da postane novi HITER,...ali ima iste ideje u sivoj masi,..
Ima i plodno tlo.Predispozicija za uspjeh,i fakat je da Holandija ima "previse"muslimana,(tako on baljezga,..),a fakat je i da su ih sami Holandani "navukli"za vrijeme svoje kolonijalne vladavine,..da im budu sluge,..
I vakat se promijenio,Holandezi se uspavali a "sluge"dosle tobe,..."stancali"djecu i usli u sve pore drustva,.....
I onda uzbuna,opsta opasnost.......
Zakasnio je bar 20 godina,...

DZONPI wrote:Ljudi nije zajebancija.U gradicu koji se nalazi odma do mog mjesta,on je pobjedio na ovim zadnjim izborima.On ce da pobjedi na iducim izborima 2010.Ako pobjedi a hoce belaj.Ko ce ga trpit.A ovi krkani koji su za njega sta mislis kad ih on postavi u razna ministarstva i ostale strukture.Zena mu je strankinja,Madzarica.

Special Feature

By Dubravka Ugrešić

I'd be hard-pressed to claim that Europe is coming apart at the seams. All I know is that a friend of mine, a Dutch playwright, decided to put aside his career and embrace the recession with a sober mind. He opened a how-to-survive-the-recession advice center. He has no complaints except that his job transition, he says, sounds like a bad joke.

Another Dutch friend of mine, a journalist, lost her job. She turned the living room of her apartment into a kitchen. She makes pâtés and sells them to restaurants and specialty food stores. Her work is going well, and she has no complaints. The only thing is, as she remarks with a tinge of melancholy, she is up to her elbows in meat.

Seen from without, all seems to be in its place. Venice hasn’t sunk; the tower in Pisa stands firmly aslant. But every now and then a seam rips open somewhere: Immigrant youths go wild in Paris suburbs and smash everything in sight, the young of Athens are in a frenzy, and then the northern dominoes topple: Vilnius, Riga, Tallinn. For the wild and embittered players in these riots, the media word is hooligan. European hooligan outbursts are treated in the media as if they were hurricanes. Once the hurricane has passed, the media stitch up the seams as skillfully as if there had never been seams at all—until the next hurricane strikes.

Internet sites about the world recession have the drawing power of porno sites. I can’t say the recession has much to do with pornography, but I do know that Charlotte Roche’s book Wetlands has had a Botox-like effect on the European masses: The worry lines have been smoothed. This is how ordinary people forget for a moment that they have been or will be laid off; they forget their worries about their children and how to get them through school, about evaporating social funds and the future.

Ordinary Europeans ooze solidarity. The circulation of human cargo—thanks to the fall of the Berlin wall (Europe celebrates the 20th anniversary this year!) and the benefits of globalization—is livelier now than ever. First Polish plumbers went off to fix plumbing from Dublin to Madrid, then Romanians flooded European train stations with their accordions. Young Moldovan teachers joined western European prostitutes soliciting on every corner of Europe; Bulgarian women are fine maids in the homes of western Europe; Albanians are clever traffickers and pimps; Serbs and Croats are trusty drug smugglers; Croatian women are sought as caregivers for the Italian elderly. Ordinary people, the Wessies and Ossies, have struck up a dialogue, as the Japanese apparently have too: It is cheaper for the Japanese to ship their elderly to Croatian nursing homes than to go bankrupt looking after them in Japan.

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If Europe is not coming apart at the seams, the idea of European multiculturalism is showing its cracks. Romanians pelt a Gypsy (claiming he’s not a Romanian); Hungarians flog a Romanian (thinking he’s a Gypsy). Dutchmen trounce a Moroccan; Moroccans thrash a Dutchman. Italians clobber an Albanian or whomever they grab. The number of Europeans complaining that Jews are getting the cushy jobs in banking and politics is mushrooming. Apparently this is because of Gaza and the recession, they say (history is hardly the teacher of life!). The young, self-appointed champions of national values, in some places called street gangs, elsewhere (as in Hungary) called the young guards, go after someone every other minute: The Russians go after people with non-Russian faces, Croats thrash a tourist (thinking he’s a pedophile), Serbs clobber a Gypsy (claiming he’s gay), Bulgarians beat up a Turk, Austrians a non-Austrian, and Silvio Berlusconi, the Italian master of life and death, has forbidden people to die. People are edgy, but for now, as far as the analysts are concerned, these are merely incidents.

Ordinary people in the West and the East are sinking slowly into the underclass, according to the sociologists. Ordinary people are losing their faith in banks, courts, institutions and politicians, though a majority of them voted for those same politicians. Indeed, some western European politicians, followed by the post-communist leaders—the people who had thumped the nationalist drums, the semicriminals and criminals, the profiteers, smugglers of cigarettes and guns, the corrupted liars—don’t offer much hope. Political apathy and a deficit of social imagination are on the rise.

Europe is holding on tight despite it all, and even if seams were ripping, all were magically resewn on the day of Obama’s inauguration. Many Europeans roused from their political lethargy, put down their bottles of beer and listened to Obama’s address with rapt attention. Obama briefly united millions of legal European citizens of non-European origin with the Europeans who come from Europe; he united the Moroccans and Dutch, the Walloons and Flemish, the Catholics, Protestants and Muslims. Even the Slovenes momentarily forgot their quibbles with Croats over the Adriatic on the day of Obama’s inauguration. What was the trick? Obama succeeded in doing something not a single European politician has been able to do. People believed him. Obama made the word change convincing; he gave solemnity to the word hope; he made the word future real. Obama brought back forgotten values. One of them is decency. With Obama, many not only feel better, they have become better. Europe and America are bound by an umbilical cord. Like my friends, I am preparing for the recession. I’ve put in stores to help me weather the worst. I ordered many cans of tuna fish from a Yugoslav dealer in Amsterdam who supplies the diaspora with products from home. Adriatic tuna is the best; the cans are square, flat and thin. You can pack a library with them: the European classics—Proust, Kafka, Joyce—in front, and behind, cans of tuna. Like in Russian homes during communism: in front, Tolstoy, and behind, the dissidents. As far as the social imagination is concerned, I have plenty; it has not dried up. Obama is my hope, too.

English translation by Ellen Elias-Bursac.
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