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In the morning, the first prayer is heard from the mosque, which begins to wash the dormant Priboj. The light of the yellow light bulbs of the street lighting from the long-gone times of socialism, mixes with the first morning light and the cool air that pinches the sinuses. Some pensioners who are wounded, and they themselves do not know why, because there has been no hurry in this city for a long time. Church bells are starting to ring and half the city is already awake. The working world is at their jobs, some just sit and wait for a job for years, while others are happy because they work, so it doesn't matter how much money anymore. The children went to school, the columns of students are getting smaller. No doubt, Priboj is a dying city. Did he deserve it?
The city where Danilo Lazović spent his childhood, where Mustafa Hasanagić, Sladjan Šćepović, Alem Toskić and Marko Gudurić ran for the ball for the first time. A city of eternal contrast. It is the city of Ana Bekuta, a pop artist, but also a famous painter Nadežda Vitorović. Home of Orthodox and Muslims living together in peace and love. The house of all random travelers with whom the hosts will share everything they have. It is the city of FAP, with which it grew, developed, because of which it was famous and recognized in the world. Now they sleep together, two friends. Together they began to stumble, and now they lay by the river Lim, and as if waiting for her to bring the elixir of youth or for someone to let them through it.
Once a European giant, now just another state ruin that no longer cries out for help but is calmly waiting for the end. The old paint peels off, and the gloomy and faded colors of the past remain on your fingertips when you touch the factory fence. The buildings with broken facades and caught corrosion on the iron constructions, are the only things left from FAP. Workers of exhausted people, now everyone is sitting because no one has been employed for years, are hopelessly waiting for better times for almost two decades. There is not much hope, but no one separates himself from his ship. This is the only ship since the captains escaped and the crew remains faithful to the end. Stubborn and persistent by nature, Pribojci struggle with problems.
A small town, and so much contrast, as if everything is divided, but in fact everything is one. With its differences that have merged, Priboj has a special soul and charm. Tolerance, understanding and respect for others and others in this home are God's commandments that are respected. In one house he baptizes and breaks a cake, in the house next to him he worships and reads the Koran.
The two parts of the city are connected by the Lim River as a backbone and keep everything together. Upstream is Novi and downstream is Stari Priboj. They are so different and yet they are one. Old Priboj that exudes oriental spirit and architecture. The smell of burek and pie seems to emanate from all the small crowded streets and houses. The crowds on the streets during the market day and the pleasant noise of the busy people give a feeling of the intimate atmosphere you want to indulge in. In contrast, Novi Priboj is with visible consequences of the transition that is slowly deforming socialist architecture. Wide streets, landscaped promenades, playgrounds and sports fields are a modern part.
The city is fading, dying out, its youth is fleeing in search of a better life. But there is hope, everyone who leaves turns around and waits for some better moment to return. These people are stubborn, it's hard to get them out of here. They believe in a better tomorrow. They will certainly not leave this city. A city of colorful souls, rich culture, a combination of east and west, staggering and hope.
Your city is really beautiful, I can see that from the post