Beograd na Vodi

Danas mi je zapao za oko članak objavjan na portalu Slobodnaevropa, Beograad na Vodi. Članak, čiji je autor Dušan Komarčević, piše:

Dok nadležni gradski i državni organi najavljuju da će projekat „Beograd na vodi“ modernizovati srpsku prestonicu i zaposliti armiju ljudi – deo javnosti ukazuje kako na loša urbanistička rešenja, tako i na netransparentnost. Najavljena je izmena Generalnog urbanističkog plana (GUP), čemu su se usprotivili civilni aktivisti koji smatraju da ove izmene idu u korist privatnom kapitalu, a nauštrb građana.

Dalje, navvodi se izjeva aktiviste Marka Aksentijevića:

Vlast staje u interes privatnog kapitala, sklapajući dilove, čiji sadržaj apsolutno ne znamo. Mi ne znamo koji je javni rizik, ne znamo koje se finansije ulažu u taj projekat sa naše strane, nemamo ni procenu same vrednosti zemljišta koje će država Srbija uneti u ‘Beograd na vodi’ kao firmu.

Sve me to vraća na tekst Proklete brane, koji negdje oko 27 minute kaže:

They sail down a river, and this city has no end.
As they make for the riverbanks
tall walls and heavy guards this bastion defend.

To add to their plight, hard rain begins to fall
and they hide under a bridge to pass the night.
As the rain falls, a mist begins to form.
From the mist, in a boat, an old man appears alone.

He introduces himself:
“I am Mr. Ivko and I live on the flood island Međica.
I can tell you are either lost or looking for something,
but whatever you are looking for
you won’t find here no more.
This is Europolis, Dletagrade,
once known as Belgrade, as far as your eye can see.
We don’t belong here. Come on. Follow me!”

Ivko guides them to a floating city.
Houses on stilts line the shore,
rafts on metal barrels even more,
the river shifting them freely.

“So you see children what has come of us
exiled by those anti-intellectual privateers and professionals.
Look, you can cross the river now of foot.
My children, this is like a floating favela,
just like the time before that Belgrade Gazela.