Introduction

Heat

The convulsion did not go away, and the heat came. Even our relaxations are somehow abrupt and convulsive. That is how we entered this strange summer, full of traps and obstacles. No one is convinced of the newly declared victory over the epidemic, which pushes many into one of two types of exaggeration: caricature of fear or empty-headed heroism. Everything flows in the sign of that weakness, even travel. It is only certain that we are ”profoundly tired” and joyless, and that is not easy to deal with.
The new issue of the National Review is before us. Through it, Ljubostinja and Tara, Bešenovo and Gomolava, painting and poetry, champions of knowledge and sports, examples that help us endure, are revealed to us. In the tasteless noise and hysteria of charlatanism around us, those good quiet companions, always a reliable support, become even more important. They see, but they don’t shout, they don’t impose themselves and they don’t show off. They know what they want and what they can do. That is what we are trying to be to our readers. And that is what they are to us.