Aleksandar • Vacić

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Crystal night

Serbs are being sought and killed on sight in the Kosovo, in these very moments. Over 10 serbian temples have been burned to the ground, whole village of Lipljan is burned, and Albanians are attacking the international KFOR soldiers.

What needs to happen' for CNN or SkyNews to report the truth?

For the latest coverage checkout Radio B92’s news page, although it’s a bit behind the serbian version.

Formula 1

The new season is underway, with bloody Ferrari again being very strong, and that damn Schumacher again winning. Hopefully, rest of the teams will catch up, so we season will be interesting as last year. I certainly hope so that my McLaren will get their grip.

I was fortunate enough to attend last year’s Silverstone race. Lovely weather, good race and cheerful crowd make it all worthwhile. It was very, very fun, I would certainly like to go again.

Crowd

Crowded as usual

Race track map

Map of the race track

I got the tickets by luck and good connection that some friends in the UK had. Price on the day of the race is £60-150, if you are lucky enough to find them. Usually, it’s all sold out way before the race. I.e. tickets for this year`s race were already on sale, for £110 average.

The trickiest part was to get to Silverstone. From London, best option is a 9.42 train to Northampton, where there are lots of local buses waiting to drive you to the Silverstone, which is around 20 miles further. There are also special buses from London (I saw them when I get to the track). Anw, I got there just before noon, 2h before the race.

Race start, time to go deaf

Imagine 22 cars, roaring with 800hp each

Burn rubber, burn!

Ah! The smell of burnign rubber…

My ticket was for Copse E entrance, and the bus stopped at the main entrance, at the Luffield. “Oh, that’s just around the corner and straight ahead” someone told me. Yes, straight ahead for about 25 minutes. :) Copse is the stand just across the pit exit, so I could see the drivers coming out. Almost each one of them stops at the exit, vrroooom to the max and fly off. Adrenaline rush, right from the start. When the race went off, I couldn’t hear myself from the high-octane engine revving.

Later, I got off the stands (I froze from the chilling wind after 20 minutes) and went very near the track, to smell the rubber. You got to be there to understand the filling of 900hp swooshing through.

Rubens won, and it was a deserved win - he really drove the best race.

After the race, there was plenty to see. Each team had a stand and while I was mostly over at McLaren’s, I must say that Michelin stole the show. They got one F1 car branded in their colours and logo, and everyone could jump in, for free. Of course, pit babes were there too. It’s pretty jammed in there, and you can’t get in or out if the wheel is in place. Even with my overweight, I slid in. There was no engine to start though.

Mercedes and BMW were showcasing their cars, Toyota was giving away lots of free materials, Jaguar had excellent boxes with detailed videos about the racing car…a truly amazing experience. I can only hope to get myself on some other track as well.

Dream come through: beside McLaren MP4-17D

When you knock the chassis, it’s an amazing sound, metalic plastic something…

Me, in the cockpit, with the babes

Now, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity :)

Brasilian celebrate the victory

Rubens won, to the delight of its fans

Spark of hope

This is not a very good day. It starts the second year without Zoran Đinđić. It may sound strange why I give so much tribute to a politician. He was our John F. Kennedy.

I grew up in 90’s, when Serbia was ruled by a communist dictator disguised as nationalist. It was a very unfortunate time. All moral values deteriorated. My country was not in war, but people was being lead away by MPs in the middle of the night to fight somewhere. I watched my school friends abandoning school and associating with criminals. I watched criminals owning the police, whole cities. I watched young girls with just one wish: to be picked up by the richest bald-headed criminal with the shiny new Mercedes or BMW.

The dictator allowed all that. He let anyone with a gun and no brain do what they want, while they kept him in power.

People and police in front federal Parliament

On September 24th, year 2000, my 26th birthday, people of Serbia finally got out of their asses and voted against him. He refused to acknowledge that, as usual. This time, he was not able to buy anyone from opposition. On October 5, over 1 million people was on the streets on Belgrade. In that one day, everything collapsed. He was no long. We were free.

Among many, one man stood highest. He was the key leader behind all of it. He became first democratic Prime Minister, he was the leader on the good road.

First time in my life, I felt hope. Hope for a good life, in my own country. Few hundreds thousands young and bright guys and gals left the country before this spark of hope was kindled.

I still live on the remains of that spark.

Rest in peace Zoran. You will always be remembered.