AUSTRIJA – AUSTRIA – ÖSTERREICH

Becki Burgteatar-Burgtheater Wien

Becki Burgteatar-Burgtheater Wien

Crkva Sv. Katarine u Lengenfeldu-St Catherine's Church in Lengenfeld

Crkva Sv. Katarine u Lengenfeldu-St Catherine’s Church in Lengenfeld

Crveno-bela simfonija u Tirolskim Alpima-Red and white symphony in Tyrolean Alps

Crveno-bela simfonija u Tirolskim Alpima-Red and white symphony in Tyrolean Alps

Feldkirch-centar gradica-Town centre Feldkirch

Feldkirch-centar gradica-Town centre Feldkirch

Feldkirh-centar gradica - Town centre Feldkirch

Feldkirh-centar gradica – Town centre Feldkirch

Glorijeta palate Senbrun-The Gloriette overlooking Schonbrunn Palace

Glorijeta palate Senbrun-The Gloriette overlooking Schonbrunn Palace

Hundertwasser-Haus in Vienna

Hundertwasser-Haus in Vienna

Palata Hofburg u centru Beca-Hofburg Palace in the centre of Vienna

Palata Hofburg u centru Beca-Hofburg Palace in the centre of Vienna

Palata Senbrun-Schonbrunn Palace

Palata Senbrun-Schonbrunn Palace

Tirolska dolina Octal-Tyrolean valley Otztal

Tirolska dolina Octal-Tyrolean valley Otztal

Tirolski zamak-A castle in Tyrol

Tirolski zamak-A castle in Tyrol

Voznja fijakerom beckim ulicama-Horse carriage drive along the streets of Vienna

Voznja fijakerom beckim ulicama-Horse carriage drive along the streets of Vienna

Zamak u Feldkirhu-The castle in Feldkirch

Zamak u Feldkirhu-The castle in Feldkirch

Zgrada austrijskog parlamenta-Austrian Parliament building

Zgrada austrijskog parlamenta-Austrian Parliament building

Zimska idila u Alpima-Winter idyll in the Alps

Zimska idila u Alpima-Winter idyll in the Alps

Scenografija za operu Carobna frula na festivalu u Bregencu na Bodenskom jezeru-A set design for the opera The Magic Flute in Bregenz, Lake Constance

Scenografija za operu Carobna frula na festivalu u Bregencu na Bodenskom jezeru-A set design for the opera The Magic Flute in Bregenz, Lake Constance

Ne poznajem dovoljno ni Austriju, ni Austrijance, ali onaj mali broj koje
poznajem toliko su slični meni, da verujem svom drugu, Đorđu Miljkoviću,
dobrom poznavaocu te zemlje, kad kaže da Austrijanci imaju dosta zajedničkog
sa nama, Srbima, pored ostalog i odličnu kuhinju. Mislim da to nije toliko
neobično, ako se ima na umu da su se tokom celokupne istorije borili sa
nama, pa su, verovatno, nešto i preuzeli od nas u tom suživotu u Bosni i
ostalim krajevima za vreme Austrougarske imperije.
Iako govore istim jezikom, Nemci ih ipak ne računaju kao svoje. U Drugom
svetskom ratu brzo su ih anektirali, bez mnogo pitanja. Ne bih znao tačno da
kažem kakav je taj austrijski mentalitet, koji je Tomas Bernhart, njihov
veliki pisac, ismevao, ali priznajem da osećam prijatnost u toj zemlji.
Austriju je toliko gastarbajtera preplavilo, da je od onog hoch naroda malo
ostalo. Novogodišnji koncert bečke filharmonije neosporno na kratko popravi
to osećanje zaboravljene veličine. Tada nas Štraus Stariji i Mladji lagano
ljuljuškaju dunavskim talasima, a mi se pitamo ko su ta gospoda koja se tako
rano uvuku u smokinge i zauzmu prve redove u velelepnoj sali, okićenoj
najlepšim cvetnim aranžmanima koji se mogu zamisliti.
Od austrougarske velesile, preko izgubljene slave i ratova, čak potpunog
gubitka identiteta i podeljenosti posle rata, Austrija je ponovo jaka, u
okrilju nove Evrope. Kuda će ona sada, već joj pomalo diktiramo mi Balkanci,
koji se baškarimo po njoj poslednjih pola veka, i, u savezu sa Turcima i
Arapima, pokušavamo da je prilagodimo sebi. Možda smo genetski jači, ali se
i mi menjamo u njoj.
Zvuci bečkih valcera prenosiće se i ubuduće talasima lepog plavog Dunava do
nas, ali ovde na Balkanu, čini mi se, neće imati ko da ih sluša. Zvuci turbo
istoka prebacivaće se džinovskom vrteškom u Prateru kraj Beča i, kao cunami,
vraćati dunavske talase ka Bečkoj šumi, sve dok iz njih ne proviri seda
Johanova glava i kaže: “Dosta”.
Tada ćemo začuti zvuke Radeckog marša za kraj.

Jul 2009.
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I don’t know enough about Austria or Austrians, but the few I know are so
similar to me, that I trust my friend Djordje Miljković, an expert on this
country, when he says that Serbs and Austrians have a lot in common,
including excellent cuisine. I don’t think that is odd, if you recall that
throughout history they fought against us, so they probably adopted some of
our customs from Bosnia and other parts of the Austro-Hungarian Empire.
Even though they speak the same language, the Germans do not regard them as
their own people. During the Second World War the annexation of Austria by
Germany happened swiftly, without any consultation. I cannot really tell
what Austrian mentality is like – it was mocked at by their great writer
Thomas Bernhard, but I admit I find affability in this country, plain and
good-hearted.
It could be that foreign workers have flooded the country so much, that
barely anything remains of the Austrian hoch people. The traditional New
Year concert of the Vienna Philharmonic Orchestra is definitely able to
bring back, if temporarily, the feeling of forlorn grandeur. Then we are
transported by Strauss the Elder and the Younger on to the gently rocking
waves of the Danube and we cannot help but wonder who these gentlemen are –
eagerly wearing their black tie, occupying the front rows of the majestic
concert hall, adorned by the most spectacular flower arrangements.
From the Austro-Hungarian superpower, through to tarnished fame and lost
wars, even complete loss of identity and divisiveness following the Second
World War, Austria is strong again, at the bosom of the new Europe. Where
Austria is going next is somewhat determined by us, the peoples of the
Balkans, who have made this country their own in the last fifty years, and
who, in alliance with the Turks and the Arabs, are trying to adapt it to
their own ways. And why not? Maybe we are genetically superior, but we too
are going through changes while living in this country.
The sounds of the Viennese waltz will roll on the waves of the beautiful,
blue Danube in the future as well, to reach our ears. Yet I am worried that
there will be no one here in the Balkans, to listen to them. The wailing of
the eastern turbo-folk music will be propelled by the Prater Ferris wheel,
and like a tsunami, push back the waves of the Danube towards the Vienna
woods, until a grey head of Johannes Strauss appears and shouts: “Enough!”.
Then we will hear the sounds of the Radetzky March, signifying the end.

July 2009

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