Voda

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Potpalublje neimenovanog broda. Raspuknute daske I voda koja se uliva kao pobesnela reka koja juri niz korito da se izviche na preljubnicko more. Jedna braon plasticna kofa. Jedna ogromna rupa koju slana voda nece ni da takne.

“Sta radis to, SVEGA TI?”

“A na sta ti lichi da radim, izbacujem vodu.”

“Izbacujesh vodu? Nazad u vodu koja potapa brod kroz ovaj haos ovde desno?”

“Bas tako.”

“Stani na trenutak. Gde smo mi?”

“Na brodu.” Pauza I zahvatanje vode kofom. “Koji tone.”

“’Esmo gore ili dole.”

“Dole.”

“Skroz?”

“Bas skroz.”

“PODAVICEMO SE!”

“Ama ko si bre ti uopshte I koj moj radish ovde?”

“Ja bi trebao da sam u vozu, skrenuo pogled samo na sekund I odjednom sam ovde. A ko si ti molicu lepo?”

“Nebitno. Mozesh me zvati hmm nekako otrcano, cek da smislim… Mala od Palube, da, moze. Mala od Palube, vama na usluzi!”

“Umiremo, a ti se zajebavas!”

“Ne zajebavam se, vish’ da praznim vodu.”

“Poludela osobo, mi smo se zatekli ovde I mi se jebeno davimo!”

“Ma kakvi! Pre nego sto si ti doshao, voda mi je bila skoro do ramena, vidi sad, ispod struka!”

“Kad je to bilo?”

“Pre jedno, cek da srachunam… Da, pre jedno 10 godina!”

“Znachi, to je to,,crkavam! I to pored nekog ludaka! Bar da me je pregazio ovaj voz ili me lepa sisata zena upucala jer sam je prevario sa njenom crnokosom sestrom bliznakinjom na Novu Godinu, pa ajde. Ne, ne, Dalibore, nisi ti te srece!”govori I stavlja desnu ruku u dzep od farmerki.

“Sranje! Da nemash mozda pljugu?”

“Nemam. Al’ ima I ovde lepih zena znash…”

“Pa ja neverujem! El to neka kao fora za neki shatro predsmrtni seks, a?”

“Iju, ma kakvi, budalo, pa ko bi onda praznio vodu! Mislila sam na Evu.”

“Koju sad Evu?”

U levom uglu, pored plutajuceg durbina I otvorene pljoske koja se ljuljuskala na ovoj maloj, zatvorenoj, uzburkanoj puchini, pojavljuje se Eva. Haljina na cvetice, mokra crna kosa end ol.

“Dobro je, jos neko je ovde! Tako mi je drago da vidim nekog normalnog pored ove ludache! Recite mi molim vas gospodjice kako sam ja dospeo ovde, sta se deshava, kako da se spasemo?”

“Erm… Ona ne pricha!”

“Kako to mislish “ona ne pricha?!?”

“Tako lepo. Svasta sam joj ja rekla, ona ni da zucne!”

“I sta ona onda radi ovde?”

“Nista. Stoji.”

“Dobro bre, kakva je ovo halucinacija ili koji djavo? Nisam trebao da pojedem onaj sendvich sa pechurkama, DALIBORE, jedi govna!”, izgovara I pljuska pesnicom.

“Sta se zalish, esi reko da bi voleo da umresh pored lepe zene? Pa evo Eve! Cek, sad cu ja da prionem sa ovom vodom, ima da spustim nivo, pa da vidish kakve noge ima. Boli glava!”

“Ama ja necu da umrem!”

“E pa jebiga, onda uzmi kofu!”

Osvrce se I pronalazi limeno chanche. Prilazi, zahvata I izbacuje krzo rupu. Obeshrabreno pita:

“I, koliko ovako?”

“Dok nas ne zabole ruke. Onda malo odmorimo I plutamo, pa posle opet.”

“Do kad?”

“Do nikad.”

“A sto I pitam uopshte. Dobro, rezimirao sam situaciju I ja odbijam da umrem, ima da praznimo dok ne ispraznimo, el jasno?”

“Jasno, brale! Nego, el ti se svidja haljina?”

“Koja haljina?”

“Pa Evina. Moze ona I da je skine , znash. Mozda te motivishe na rad.”

“Ma o chemu ti prichash I mislish! Odkud ti ideja da pitash devojku da se skine usred potopljenog broda!”

“A sto da ne? Sami smo.”

“To je nemoralno!”

“U je, a ti znachi nikad nisi video golu zenu?”

“Jesam, kako nisam,chuj nje! Naravno da sam video golu zenu, ali to je bilo u spavacoj sobi, u nekoj intimi!”

“Ti reche da se davimo.”

“Pa da.”

“Znachi, umiremo?”

“Najverovatnije, da, pa?”

“Pa koji cesh intimniji momenat od smrti!”

Ne govori. Blene u sikljajucu vodu. Pita se kako to da se brod josh uvek nije raspao na paramparchad. Pita se zashto ne oseca smrad truleza drveta. Pita se kada se taj pocetak truljenja ustvari dogadja. Ljudi kazu posle dugo. Koliko dugo? Mala baca kofu.

“Znash sta ja mislim? Ja mislim da eto svi treba da se poskidamo! Bas tako! Sve sad da skinemo I da budemo potpuno goli u ovoj vodurini”

“Aman, prekini o skidanju! Voda nam prodire!”

“Oces da znash zasto? “

“Voda. Prodire. Moramo da praznimo.”

“Pusti sad vodu I slushaj. Mi, ljudska bica, mi se , bre, plashimo golotinje. Mi se plashimo da budemo goli jedni pred drugima. Na jednom mestu pokrivach, na drugom raznorazne krpice, toge I kostimi, te kupaci kostim. A onda…. Onda na trecem mestu rechi, pogledi, dodiri. Sve u nekom jebenom odelu! E pa meni je pravo da ti kazem dosta! Ja ocu da bar umremo iskreno, da umremo goli! Evo, skidaj se odma!”

“Ne, bez skidanja, ljudi, do grudi nam se podigla voda! UZMI KOFU MOLIM TE!”

Plache I pruza kofu. Uzima I pevushi:

“Skini tu haljinu, baci tu haljinu, tu na mome ramenu, skini krila andjela…”

Eve vishe nema.

“DOBRO! Evo, skinucu se ! Skinucu se jebeno I u kurac I voda, I ovaj brod I ovo usrano sranje! Evo, zbogom pantalone, majca, sve”

Goli. Mokri od zivota malenih ameba I planktona.

“Ne gledam te.”

“Ne gledam ni ja tebe.”

“Eto el bilo strashno?”

Pauza. Tiho:

“Jeste.”

“Znam.”

Drze se za ruke.

“Voda nam je sad do grla. Vidi kako voda kulja neumorno, sunce joj njeno.”

“Uh, sto bi mi sad legla jedna cigara….Znachi, to je to, sad za jedno 2 minuta cemo se udaviti.”

Izdah. Rashirene zenice.

“Necemo. Ovo je san.”

~*~*~*~*~*~

TAKE HEED – The following piece contains profanity, heated swearing and will most probubly make you boil in confusion if you do not remember this piece is all about metaphor.

 

Water

 

Below the decks of an unnamed ship. Cracked boards and the water flowing in like a mad river that storms down it’s bed to yell at the adulterer sea. One brown plastic bucket. One huge hole that the salt water doesn’t want to touch.

 

“What IN THE WORLD are you doing?”

“And what does it look like, I’m throwing the water out”

“Throwing the water out? Back into the water that is sinking this ship through this mess here on the right?”

“Exactly.”

“Wait a minute. Where are we?”

“On a boat.” A pause and grabbing a bucket of water. “That’s sinking.”

“Are we up or down?”

“Down.”

“All the way?”

“Completely.”

“WE ARE GOING TO DROWN!”

“Who the hell are you anyways and what the hell are you doing here?”

“I’m supposed to be on a train, I looked away for a second and suddenly I am here. And who, I beg your pardon, are you?”

“Doesn’t matter. You can call me hmmm, something corny, lemme think… Cabin girl, yes, can do. Cabin girl, at your service!”

“We are dying and you are fooling around!”

“I’m not fooling around, can’t ya see I’m draining the water.”

“Crazy person, we found ourselves here and we are fucking drowning!”

“ No way! Before you came , the water was almost up to my shoulders, look now, below the waist!”

“When was that?”

“Before, let me calculate… yes, around 10 years ago!”

“Well, that’s it, I’m giving up the ghost! And besides some lunatic! If only that train ran me over or a beautiful busty woman shot me because I cheated on her with her dark haired twin sister on New Year’s eve. No, no, Dalibor, you are not that lucky!”says and puts his right hand into the pocket of his jeans.

“Shit! Do you perhaps have a cig?”

“ I don’t. But there are beautiful women here also, you know…”

“I can’t believe this! Is that some kind of an antemortem sex offer, huh?”

“Ew, no way, idiot, who would empty the water then! I meant Eve.”

“Which Eve now?”

In the left corner, besides the floating spyglass and an open flask that swayed on this small, sealed, agitated offing , Eve appears. Flower dress, black wet hair and all.

“Good, someone else is here! I am so glad to see someone normal besides this whack-job! Please tell me, Miss, how did I get here, what is going on, how can we save ourselves?”

“Erm. . . She doesn’t talk.”

“What do you mean “she doesn’t talk”?!?”

“ Just like that.  I told her lots of things,  nothing gets out!”

“And what is she doing here?”

“Nothing. She stands.”

“Well ok, what kind of a hell or a hallucination is this? I shouldn’t have eaten that mushroom sandwich, DALIBOR, eat shit!”pronounced and splashed the water with his fist.

“What are you complaining about, did you not say you wish to die next to a beautiful woman? Well , there’s Eve! Wait, I’m gonna get down with this water, I’m going to lower the level, so you can see her legs. To die for!”

“I am not going to die!”

“Well, fuck it, take a bucket then!”

He looks around and finds a tin cannikin. Approaches, scoops and throws through the hole. Discouraged  asks:

“And, how long like this?”

“ Until our hands hurt. Then we rest a little and float, then again.”

“Until?”

“Until never.”

“And why am I even asking. Alright, I’ve assessed the situation and I refuse to die, we are going to spill until we drain all, got it?”

“ Sure, bro! But, did you like the dress?”

“What dress?”

“Well Eve’s. She can take it off, you know. Maybe it motivates you to work.”

“What the hell are you talking and thinking about! Where did you get the idea to ask the girl to take her clothes off in the middle of a sinking ship!”

“ And why not? We are alone.”

“It’s immoral!”

“ Oh yeah, so you never seen a naked woman before?”

“Of course I did! Listen to her! Of course I saw a naked woman, but it was in the bedroom, in some intimacy!”

“You said we were drowning.”

“Well, yes. “

“Meaning, we are dying?”

“ Most likely, yes, so?”

“Well what more intimate moment than death can you want!”

He does not speak. He stares at the gushing water. He wonders how is it that the ship did not yell fall apart to pieces. He asks himself why can’t he smell the rotting of the wood. He wonders when does that moment of rotting happen in the first place. People say after a long time. How long? Cabin girl throws the bucket.

“You know what I think? I think we should all undress! Just like that! Take everything off right now and be naked in this wretched water!”

“For the love of god, enough about undressing! Water is pouring in!”

“Wanna know why?”

“ Water. Pouring in. We have to drain.”

“ Never mind the water and listen. We, human beings, are , man, scared of nudity. We are scared to be naked in front of each other. At one point the covers, at another an assortment of clothes, robes and costumes and then, swimsuit . . .  then on a third place words, looks, touch. Everything in some fucking suit! Well, truth be told, I’ve had it! I want us to at least die honest die naked! Eve, undress right now!”

“No, no undressing, people, the water is up to our chest! PLEASE TAKE THE BUCKET!”

Crying and offering the bucket. She takes it and hums:

“Take off that dress, throw away that dress, there, on my shoulder, take off the angel wings…”

Eve is gone.

“ALRIGHT! Here, I will undress! I will fucking undress and to hell with the water, and this ship and this shitty shit! There, goodbye pants, T-shirt, everything.”

Naked. Wet from the lives of tiny amoebas and plankton.

“I am not looking at you.”

“I am not looking at you either.”

“There, was it scary?”

Pause. Silently:

“Yes.”

“I know.”

They are holding hands.

“The water is now up to our throats. Look at it pour in, the bastard.”

“Oh, a cigarette would feel so good right now … So, this is it, in about 2 minutes we will drown.”

Exhale. Widened pupils.

“We won’t. This is a dream.”

 

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~ by Oloriel on September 22, 2013.

37 Responses to “Voda”

  1. Looks epic. Cannot wait for the translation. And it’s about water…

    • I am working on it fast so people can see it in time 🙂 It is about water, ships, society, me, somebody else, beliefs – I think there is something different inside of this for everyone to learn 🙂

  2. I will have to wait for the translation but I am sure I will love it =)

    • It is up now! I keep thinking many people will not understand or will get mad at some of the lines or something, not understanding it is a metaphor and they actually need to think about what they are reading means. Yeah, you can say I;ve got the writers jitters, it is funny how in such a little time comments from the community here started to mean so much to me 😀 Anyways, hope you like the piece and feel free to discuss!

  3. Kakvo ludilo! 🙂 Ko je ovo pisao? Ti? Super je!

    • Glavom i bradom ja i moje ludilo, ochigledno danas pod imenom Dalibor 😀

      • Genijalno!
        Moram priznati da je utisak mnogo bolji kada procitam na srpskom ( sto je i logicno 🙂 ). koriscenje google translate-a ume ponekad da me iznervira. ima dana kada skoro nista ne procitam ovde, osim postova par osoba koje redovno pratim.

      • Google translate je ochajan, ponajvishe meni u suprotnom smeru,tipa, nema direktnih prevoda za neke nashe rechi,poshalice, sleng – a ako to promenim onda mi nije to to 🙂

      • da, znam. ja vise i ne prevodim. odustala sam. dok pisem razmisljam na prostom, engleskom jeziku sa sto manje GT 🙂 i naravno, kao sto si primetila, kratko… iz istog razloga 🙂

  4. kao obrnuti vodenjak koji se puni, a nepuca.

    • Divna sigurnost koja nam precesto ne odgovara jer smo zeljni vazduha. Stvarno smo prokleta bica.

      • razum davi a podsvest izbacuje vodu, tako da je ok, i u snu se zna nece doci do brodoloma i kad je voda do grla. Ali prica i dijalozi su zaista u tvom vrhunskom stilu. Ako mene neko pita, a ne pita , i meni nedostaje da te citam na ovom jeziku.

      • Nedostaje i meni, ponajvishe vremena da pozapisujem sve bash onako kako je htelo da izadje , ali bice josh 😀

  5. Ovo je sjajno, Ol, svaka cast. Eto konacno da i ja nesto mogu da prokomentarisem, hvala na maternjem jeziku. 🙂 Skoro me nesto nije ovako odusevilo, zaista.

  6. Znaš ono u kvizu kad nazoveš u pomoć prijatelja ali minut prođe samo u krčanju veze i pokušaju da pročitaš pitanje? (da bude jasnije, tvoj prijatelj je ovde ‘ovo je san’ punch line)

    • Dal je bolje udaviti se dok ti sopstvena podsvest pravi drushtvo,ili neki potpuni stranac? Sad dok kucam i nisam bash sigurna, a do malopre ko da sam znala odgovor.

      • Jasno da ako već treba da se udavim biram društvo dve ribe od kojih je jedna sigurno ostala bez haljine. Nego nije li smrt u snu samo izlaz na javu? I kakva je njegova podsvest ovde?

      • Tako svi misle dok u snu ne umru, pa gledaju sta se dalje deshava (jako je dosadno, karakteri iz sna su totalno nezainteresovani i nonshalantni).
        Sto se tiche podsvesti, on je ustvari podsvest, recimo, u neku ruku moja 🙂

      • I posle razjašnjenja, delimičnog, ostajem pri prvom komentaru, bolje iskoristi punch line, pogotovo što je najkorišćeniji od svih…

  7. That’s awesome. :0) I love images that provoke a strong response in me. I once saw a shot of two children running toward the waves- intertubes around their waists- sunny day- jovial mood. The artist titled the pic: “Prelude to Disaster”. Just the title alone change that pic 180 degrees for me- it was amazing that a title could do that. I never forgot it. This pic makes me feel like that. Thanks for sharing the link. :0) xo

    • Yeah, most of the times it is all about the title, it can direct you to wherever the hell it pelases and it twists whatever it is your eyes thought they saw.
      I loved this picture, it connected in my view completely with what I was writing about 🙂

  8. Hah, e ovo se zove original… 🙂 Super…
    ”Ček da prionem, da vidiš i noge…” :))))

  9. Genijalno 😀

  10. Loved it! Wonderful amusing and thought-provoking, brilliant work! Great metaphors

    • I am very glad you liked it! I realise from comments I did not give you guys an easy time understanding this 😀

      • haha no I am afraid I only know English with bits of Swedish and Japanese mixed in

      • It was very hard to translate expressions we use in Serbia that there are no good enough equivalents in English, mostly for the swear words. I like to make my characters be truthfull to what we see and hear here on the street everyday, to make them real like that, but it is hard on English when you guys don;t use profanities such as “Everything went up to the dick”. See, it like, makes no sence on English, and it is one of the most used “i hate this situation” expressions.

  11. Multumedijalni blog.

    Ovde je sve “zahtevnije” za čitaoca.

  12. Мој наклон за ову причу!
    Поздрав, О.

  13. “I, koliko ovako?”

    “Dok nas ne zabole ruke. Onda malo odmorimo I plutamo, pa posle opet.”

    Tako i u životu, dok se ne umorimo… Fantastična priča (:

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