The place where recursion was invented independently from unix: „Kablovska KTV televizija“, a true self-referrential abbreviation. They were always in the new building of the local [community centre] near Lesnina. Of all those mushrooms sprouted in the nineties, only they and Santos remained, except the latter one kept selling his butt to each as they got their seats of power, while these guys remained independent.
They somehow got themselves into street wiring in the beginning, and it's quite possible that the cables in our street were initially theirs, and that this early investment was what kept them afloat later. They were locally famous in the nineties, and advertised everywhere in local newspapers and radio. The last pearl from those times was during the bombing campaign, when missus mom (who was actually the owner) broadcasted wishes and greetings to our boys entrenched there and there, whereby the poor guys had to move quickly to a different location and dig in from scratch, the enemy was listening.
Then they went off my horizon for the next twenty five years, and reappeared again in the blockade, when Nemanja Šarović turned out to be the most popular microphone bearer in the end. I skipped his grilling of the ćacis in Jagodina, I thought he was yet another regime's dog barking for the programme from behind, but nope. For their next gathering in Kikinda, february of 2025, I could plainly see what was going on and what was it that he was doing, and also the new owner, missus mom's son. That's television, straight live is the substance of television (Igor Mandić). The son was, as told by Dragana, a nondescript bum in electro high, barely finished it, but now found himself in the family business and does it magnificently.
So, then, between february and august of 2025, we watched Šarović, dr Dikić and Radić alternating in hauling microphone and talking with people, where they were in places tough and hard. As a rule, they'd be assigned a more prominent ćaci to watch over them and occasionally beat them up or smash some equipment, usually a director of some public utility or a ranking police officer (who'd get rapidly promoted aftewards). Šarović was first arrested for walking with microphone through Ćacilend, spent most of 15th of march blocked between a fire truck, van and cops, on seventh of august we watched through his camera how a police truck would stop at the light on boulevard in Novi, the cops would disperse and beat up anyone they'd catch, then retreat to the truck, drive to the next light, repeat.
Let's be clear, Šarović is a blossom, and it's easy to set him up with ten ćacis who'd storm his mike with questions about alimony and whatnot, which are blown up tales and he never takes the bait. The main thing they never mention - why did he stay with Šešelj all the yeara until 2020. There's a shot where two of them with two more personae proudly walk with „Trump, [you] Serb!“ tee shirts. And he claims to be leading a movement of his own. Just bear that mike and talk with people, that's what you do well.
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