GRAFFITI IN FRUŠKOGORSKA STREET
autor: Jana Nikolić
July 2006

translation into English: Danijela Tomazović
November 2009

Afternoon. A couple of hours ago a game ended. We lost 6:0 to Argentina. Oh well. I am now alone in the city, it is very warm, I do not feel like going home, I am walking towards Branko's bridge through the city shades, and maybe I'll cross the bridge walking… it is 6 o'clock already, the sunlight is not that strong anymore… City life is a strange thing: in the winter, paths you pick are big streets and squares, loaded with traffic, there is not so many people wandering around, and you're counting on those areas to be clean of mud, snow, whatever… In the summer you pick small streets in the shade and without people. If you are at all spoiled and are looking for such a convenience, it is necessary that you have detailed schemes and additional plans, in case there is a group of tourists with white hair and pinkish faces in Kosancicev venac Street, the group that docked by the Beton hall and now is sightseeing. For example.

So, from the city and down towards Branko's bridge you can go straight at the end, take Pop Lukina Street and then take right, New Belgrade is in the sight, but once you pass that vulcanizing shop, the sun starts to burn. That's why I for the first time took a turn into Fruskogorska Street, the street with cobbled road, no snow, but with shade. Voila! An example of experienced city navigation!

And right there, by the number 1, a strange gang of life-sized graffiti creatures waited for me. Napping and greeting… At first I flinch, look around to see if there is anything similar around me, did I REALLY step into a different dimension, and behind my back there were some blind half-basement windows and in them trapped graffiti creatures! French butcher and some amorphous character!

A bit further there is a motorbike, alone and independent, without any chains and locks, thinking. Those times passed long time ago, thinking is not done through those cartoon balloons with readable letters anymore. The city thoughts are in graffiti, when they are unreadable it is the personal matter, not everyone is meant to read them.

Again look around and by the number 2 there is big calm butler graffiti, a simple way for your friends to find you when they are coming for the first time. How good are the sprays and how well these people handle them! This is absolutely another applied art's field of expression! As everywhere, there is much more of scribbling and few have an idea, knowledge, feeling and charm which make the most rigid elderly citizen from the neighborhood laugh each time he goes to the store.

Another rule of the ones mastering the craft is that there are no collateral victims. If this swash managed to control itself, anyone will manage.

And finally, I turn around when exiting - the afternoon sun is in-cre-di-ble! And this wall, the layers of paint, brick and above all, a perfectly anchored perfect car for this day and this scene set! Queens, NYC!

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