In The Chaotic Murmur of an Unclear Destiny - Softcover

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This is a book of deep love, devotion, and respect for the author's late wife of the author, and it can also be seen as a guide and practice for overcoming difficult situations in life. Exploring his inner self, especially the unconscious part, the author talks about emotional reactions in the modern, alienated world. Improvising his imagination, he talks about a microcosm, which can be anywhere, in which there are long-standing injustices that need to be dealt with. How?

Please read it, and protect yourself with knowledge, it will certainly not lead you astray and accept everything that life puts in front of you, be ready, and understand all sorrows, difficulties, and injustices as a game that you solve, so that you, not others, set limits for yourself. - Marina Denadic

Zeljko Vujovic seems to be moving in a silent sailing ship not far along the mainland and observes everything on the shore... He looks precisely at the long past time and presents it to the reader as if it happened now. Sometimes that coolheaded composure gives way to a slightly emotional subjective assessment. Then the character of the Anemic Director appeared who was "appointed to that position by the Hepatobiliary Surgeon who applies the knowledge of hepatobiliary surgery in the politics of the Microcosm, and the Hepatobiliary Surgeon was appointed to the position by the Tall Man Who Sees High Above the Microcosm." That emotional assessment is contained in a mild edge of irony which only reinforces the image of society that we survived a long time ago...

Zeljko is the treasure of many generations before him... Sometimes he breaks into a biting caricature: The Running Pissing Man, but, that is a testimony of the times we lived in, maybe we forgot and it comes back to us again and again: bad students raise respectable professors. And those respectable "beat the stone" on Naked Island. "Why? For nothing." Answers a stout old woman, carrying on her mare a full "carload" of grapes and figs, which she picked with her own hands and laboriously and intended for her son, daughter-in-law, and grandchildren, pointing with her head to the house of Blazo Jovanovic, who, at that time, was cheering and dressing in Montenegro. - Dragan Perisic

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