Three days ago, 20 years old M.S. armed with a gun went to Gazela, one of our bridges over Sava river, jumped on the outer part of the fence, threatening he will commit suicide. Police officers tried to come closer to him but he pointed a gun so all they could do was to hide behind the cars and call for help. At the same time, traffic was stopped in both directions. That means that main highway that connects western Europe with Greece and Turkey was blocked. In a matter of minutes lane of vehicles was over 10kms long and traffic in main streets in Belgrade became a mess. Police negotiating team needed more than hour to persuade poor boy not to jump to a river.
But that was not the worse part. In a city like Belgrade there are probably a few suicides or attempts to suicide every day. What really got me was reactions of people who were on the bridge close to the place where boy stayed. They were angry. One of drivers were yelling that boy should be pushed down because he was more than hour late. Some of them were yelling at him, "Jump, jump" and a lot of them were using cameras of their mobile phones to make a photos, even though a police tried to prevent them of coming too close. The biggest lack of compassion was presented by a woman who took her two kids out of a car and took a photo of them with a boy in the background :bomb: Stupid bitch….
People are changed in last 20 years. While a lot of them would feel pity for a celebrity ranting in a TV show about her silicone breast implants turned wrong, on the other side they would make jokes about psychiatric case trying to commit public suicide. Where the conscience has gone?
I remember one day, when I was a kid, I think it was in April or May 1975. Both me and my brother were having mumps, spending a beautiful day inside of a house, bored as hell. My mother was preparing a lunch and father was doing something out in the yard, barefoot, in t-shirt and trousers. Suddenly we heard something crashing, strong and loud sound of pressed metal, lasted for maybe a second or two, then silence. My father went out on a street trying to figure what happened, then ran somewhere.
He was back few hours later. There was a train accident in a train station 500m away from our house. Two trains crashed, there were a lot of injured people, few deaths. My father was there helping firemen and policemen to take people out of a crashed trains.
My father is strange and stubborn man. I was never satisfied with him, we quarreled a lot and after my return from army we can`t go along. So I left home and went to live with my grandparents. But on that particular day, I was so proud of him. He was my hero.
I know these two events seems to be too different to compare but I wanted to point out one thing: if you can`t be a part of solution, try not to be a part of a problem.
photo: Blic Online