24/04/1964. The date that we are engraved in my mind to and I do not know how and why this is so. It is a year 1371, 1389, or the 1804th, I would have an explanation. These three anniversaries and events related to them do not forget, but here almost fifty years and the reason is simple: the battles of Marica and Kosovo, and First Serbian Uprising, I learned so many times in school that they are no events in life they could not suppress the background. History does not remember anything else, so I'm often known to be ashamed when he finds himself in the company of those whom history is a hobby (and to many it is these last years) and dates and events are poured out like a sleeve. To me now, someone asks for the dates the offensive in World War II, or that she was the French Revolution, they would not know to answer without consulting the Internet. For rebellion Matthias Gupca (remember that they made him a fiery crown on his head) I could not even hit the century let alone the exact year. But I am the first Serbian uprising even won a year (remember, among other things, wafer boxes) when I was with a group of school colleague vacationing in Ferial resort of Neum. One of the questions in a quiz organized by the host (and I took part) was the first Serbian uprising, and I knew the answer like a cannon. 24th April distant 64th I remember at a beautiful event from my youth. That day was the first time in my life took the microphone in hand and sang to the audience and so began his not-so-long 'music career'. It was in Brioni, ferijalaca house that once was located above the Upper Seher, the building in which we know is often frequented by those srednjoskolsik and our student days. We played for ferijalce from Sarajevo, which in those days were to visit Banja Luka. He played in the restaurant and we are, as far as I remember, placed next to the front door. Audience there was not much because the restaurant was small but I still have stage fright: it was the first 'public appearance', as opposed to the test on which could all make mistakes and start from scratch.
first performance was passed relatively well (I remember that I only missed one tonality, it seems to me a poem in red corals), which has encouraged me to continue. In the next ten years I have changed bands (lone, Amori, Pro at Contra, Eight Band) and played in many places in Banja Luka and outside (Casino, Cultural, basta KAB behind the National Theater, a hall and tea tree garden, the Hotel Bosna garden and bar the hotel Palas, Drvar, Prijedor, Nova Gradiska, Travnik, Ljubija mine ...), 'stage' shared with many and lesser known musicians Banja Luka (Braco Skopje, Miro Stefanac, Ekrem Nanic - Coro, Hasko Celebic, Zeljko Kosanovic kisses, Sain, Zlatko Skocic, Mido!, Hare, Cisko, Vojo Stajcic, Caja, Omer Popaja, Nada Barudžija, Sandra Kulijer, Ahmet and Dzedzo Kozaragic, Bicanic Zoran, Zoran Sucur, Muri, Kid, Zlaja Kujda ...) but all of these dates, just remember this first performance. Of the ten years spent on the "stages of life means' I remember the various adventures but no date. It is strange to me and hard to find a logical explanation.
And for those in the distant past, the explanation is simple: a young brain, more unsaturated information, just some things constantly repeated, and they will be remembered for 'ever and ever. " So this day I remember praying that I learned while I was still a child went to church. It's still me that "Our Father which art in heaven ..." or "Mother Mary, full of grace ..." echoes in my ears even though my last departure from the mass passed an eternity. And why are we stuck in the brain just above three anniversary and not some other, I can only guess.
This article I intended to publish exactly on the anniversary but my congratulations for Easter poremetise plans. From that day on 64th fared much time and many are a lot of things changed: no more Brioni (burned in the fire), ferijalci are part of the 'ugly communist' past, some of the listed musicians has long played those in heaven, while most other Banjaluka only tourist destinations, and even in a dream, it could not happen to young people from Sarajevo to Banja Luka instructions to party and socialize. Just rinse the young brains of a single 'truth' is not changed, if judging by the news from his native city. A anniversary date and is now much more so with 'education' starts already in vrtcima.
PS Brioni this rare picture I found on the Internet and stole it without asking the permission of the author, with the hope that we will not be too objectionable.
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