Dr. Balaban Responds to Threats: I Wish You Peaceful (with 4S) New Years

Nikolina Balaban from Prijedor, head of the Pathology Department at the General Hospital in Prijedor, has been bravely speaking out about the wartime events in Prijedor for a long time. She is known for her original authorial texts on her blog and absolutely supports the erection of a monument to murdered children, right in the city center, writes the Patria news agency.

In her latest blog post, she responded to the threats and insults she receives, both from known and unknown people, and Patria publishes Dr. Balaban's response in its entirety.

I adore these comments of yours about me, who I am, what I am like, what I was, what I have become, how I lived, how I live now, how much I eat, how much I drink, how I do my job, who I go out with, when, how, where, whether and how... Let's swear... I've said all the questions, just please publicly one / one, slowly I can't "catch" everything from all the posts and profiles, so I can answer you.

You have no idea, you are just guessing!!!

It's just interesting that the more you "spit", the more likes I get. Thank you.
But it's great if that's your biggest problem, your concern and obsession. Then this is a perfect city, your life is perfect, a perfect future awaits us... oops no, damn it, you are living a perfect present and I am truly crazy for worrying about you or us. But it's not quite like that, lulled into their lies, we ourselves begin to lie to ourselves.

This is a city where people live poorly and miserably, where diplomas are "bought", and then jobs are "bought" if you're lucky and btw. be a Serb with a capital S or 4 S, I don't care. Summer is passing, our biggest S is coming, grayness, with rain, depression, suicides, attempts to dream of a new or different life... why is the clock ringing now, waking me from my dream!

Stop dreaming, start living. The truth.

The truth of the city of genocide, the city of counting bloodlines in every situation (you are terribly shocked when mine counts more Orthodox than yours, so what about me...), the city of tycoons, the city of "chasing one certificate for 3 days" while not recognizing anything, the city of slavery, the city of 0.1% satisfied and very rich, and the rest, who's fault is it, you didn't switch in time, the city of "sustainable peace" and "war on the horizon" city of suitable flags and suitable names and surnames still, let's not lie, no one is a fool.

This is not some inflammatory rhetoric. This is rhetoric, just be quiet, let them trample and come back for more... And don't you dare ask anything, this is an "open" city for all well-intentioned people...
Well, Rio de Janeiro during carnival. Except that we, the bastards, live your "carnival" 365 days a year.

In one conversation, I was told that I am not from here (and I am not, I am from Svodna, Bosanski Novi), that this city accepted me. Listen, accepted... A city deigned to accept a doctor and give him a job. That doctor was good to them, and many were good as long as they were silent and worked, and as soon as they spoke up, they became a problem... please! So, we only accept obedient ones. And Serbs, because I am a Bosniak. You should have told me that right away. Forbidden for Bosniaks, those who dare to speak, and dogs.

You didn't give me anything, I did everything myself to be what I am, my parents and I, and I should be grateful that you accepted me. Here I am, I thank you through this.
And therefore... One should not lose a sense of others because of one's own suffering. When we lose our humanity, what is left? A few kilos of bones, a little meat, and intestines full of shit.

When one is left without a soul, after a few days a dead body begins to stink. If the soul has gone to a better place, then it's not so terrible, but the stench of a living person without a soul – that's the most terrible thing. And my "dear" blenitit Republika Srpska is full of the stench of living people.

I wish you peaceful S(with 4S)new years. Are they more beautiful then, should I start too?

Accustomed to "Games Without Borders"

PS: This text is especially dedicated to Luka Lukić, who says (inbox, all with a Doberman profile picture) that I will go to Keraterm with a full "pension" that he is offering me, and then I will end up at Korićanske Stijene. Thank you Luka and best regards. See you, wherever you choose.
 

Almost forgot, I live in Prijedor.