To some guy who called himself Max.Headroom on sezam, who was disgusted to see Jackson spelled as Džekson etc.
The disgusting thing is that you got disused from regular cyrillic orthography, so now it looks strange to you.
Mackxs, if you care about the original, specially for you sezam will provide the original names of all the Chinese, Arabs, Japanese, Koreans, Vietanemese, Russians, Armenians and others, whenever they be mentioned in discussions. They belong to a handful of miserables who still haven't adopted latinic over their native alphabet. Now you'll say that the Chinese have pinyin transcription, that Russians and Vietnamese and pretty much all of them have official latinic transcriptions, or at least rules for them. That they do have, but it's not mandatory - that's what they have for foreigners.
Let's turn it around - in how many languages would _your_ name be written correctly? In how many countries would they even bother to think of it, and in how many would they just rough it quickly. And why would we then insist that (western foreign) names should be written in the original? Do you think that the african presidents' names should be written in english or, as our orthography has it, the way they are pronounced? In elementary school I learned that these countries are no longer colonies.
While we're at it, the Croats seem silly to me with that spelling of (western) names in original. First, they read them badly, and frequently write them wrongly; second, on each sport event every country enforces its own language (plus one more of the worldly ones) on computer displays during the game, only the Croats keep writing theirs strictly in english, without šđž (does anybody remember Sanda Dubravtzitz, nee Dubravčić?*); third, it was exactly the Croats who rebeled against Hungarians when they removed croatian names of places at railroad stations and replaced them with their own. :)
Fuckit, you really got me spilling text... well, it's sitting in me for quite a while, you found the trigger. Kudos.
Later that month, Grgi and I were returning from the south of Banat. We've finished with what customers we had that day - I'd guess we started with the bank in Plandište and their godawful Olivetti document printer. The car was the 2nd yugo of DBA, the red one. The temperature outside was near freezing, the road was wet, and while driving through Ilandža at some point I realized it was black ice. Told him so, so he slowed down to about 30 kmh. The main street stretched to the horizon, but about a kilometer beyond the village centre I realized something's off... the main road turns left off main street, while the lights go straight. I told him so, and he started braking. Wrong, we started to waltz on ice. We flew over the rain ditch on the right, which was about meter and a half deep (pretty standard for old villages) and landed across the corner. The cassette kept on playing, the engine kept running, the steering wheel wouldn't go the whole way, the car wouldn't move in first gear, the windshield was cracked. I did hit it with my head, but there was not much of a crack on my side, no center, just a few vertical cracks. We went out and saw that the front right wheel was pushed about 20cm backwards, and the whole right corner was bent. So we walked to the village center to find a phone. I felt some pain in my back.
Wait a minute - pain in my back, and I've hit my head? If I hit my head, that would mean the speed wasn't enough to block the seat belts. So why the back? It took me a minute to remember. That morning the floor tiles arrived. The truck parked in front of the window, and the guy unloaded the boxes through it. I would take each, carry it a couple of steps and lay it on the floor in the corner. I didn't feel the strain all day, only now, when I left the warm cabin and went walking through the village.
We eventually found a phone, in the local tavern, called Sale, he called the AMD, they sent a hauler truck, and within less than two hours we were on our way back.
The yugo was fixed in a couple of weeks, and ran for many years more, but it never sounded right. The muffler didn't quite sit in the right position, so it gave off much more sound than it should. That car was henceforth called a tractor.
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* I was really pissed off that all the western countries spelled her as Dubravcic, for years, while they had each Ø and Ë and é exactly where they should be. And then once we got the organization, I was really waiting for the first č and ć ever to appear on the screen during the figure scating championship, because it was here, in Zagreb - and guess what, the brownnosers spelled her Dubravcic, at home. Shameful.