#Brisel

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Brisel u mraku: Restorani koriste tehnike hladnog kuvanja, a grad gostima daje dekice

Brisel u mraku: Restorani koriste tehnike hladnog kuvanja, a grad gostima daje dekice

Foto: Twitter Energetska kriza u Evropi pogađa restorane u Briselu, prisiljavajući vlasnike da pronađu kreativna rješenja kako bi nastavili sa radom te primorali vladu da ih finansijskih podrži. Grupa briselskih restorana pokrenula je inicijativu “Brisel u mraku”, unutar koje su posluživali obroke bez upotrebe struje kako bi skrenuli pažnju vlade i javnosti na vrtoglave cijene struje i drugih…

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Bella Brisel (1929 - November 1, 1982 (age 53 years))

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Lea Brisell.

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Raising Them Right

James Potter needs a spouse in order to take over as Lord Potter. Raised by his Alpha mother and Omega father. James had the kind of upbringing that turned him into a loving, gentle, and caring Alpha.

Regulus Black is being forced into marriage. Raised by his Alpha mother and Alpha father, Regulus had the kind of upbringing that turned him into a reactive and jumpy Omega.

“Thank you, sir.” Regulus forced out. He couldn’t make himself call this man ‘Alpha’, his smell was one of the most offensive he had even had to be around. Sir was respectful enough without outright insulting the man. The Alpha in question leaned in closer to breath in Regulus’s scent, letting his nose drag along his neck. Regulus really tried not to react, he didn't want to upset an Alphas delicate feelings, but he found himself briseling. 

Thankfully his mother pulled him back with a growl. “That is quiet enough, this is a social not a sex club.” She snapped her jaws for emphasis. Walburga may not be the best parent, some would argue she was one of the worst actually, but being an Alpha helped keep other Alphas from pushing too much. His father, Orion, was also an Alpha but was too busy sniffing around the other Omegas at the social to notice an overly friendly Alpha scenting his son. Regulus was meant to meet with as many eligible pureblood Alpha in England as he could today. It was a long social, organized by the Malfoy family. They were usually the ones who threw these kinds of gatherings. It helped families match up their Omegas with ‘good’ and ‘proper’ Alphas.

Regulus just wanted to go home. This was his second social and it was just as bad as the first. Regulus never liked Alpha smells. His parents especially were bad but when they came to these socials it was just wave after wave of Alpha scent. 

This time, with some trial and error at home, he came with vaseline on the inside of his nose. He hoped it would be enough to keep the scents from being too overpowering but unfortunately the stronger ones still came through. He was just old enough to be ‘put on the market’ as his mother put it. Typically he would have to wait until his older brother, also an Omega, had been bonded but the selfish prick had run away. 

Regulus tried to push the memory away but it took over his mind. 

“Reggie, it's awful, Reggie. It’s just one big pissing contest.”

Regulus wrinkled his nose and tried to pull Sirius closer to him. Once he got home from the social Sirius ran upstairs to Regulus’s room and climbed into bed with him. Regulus wished he hadn't, at the time, because he reeked of Alpha. Regulus just tried overpowering the scent with his own and scented his brother as he told him about the whole ordeal. 

“Mother has picked out a truly awful one. He is almost twice my age and I am dead sure we are distant cousins.”

“Mum and dad are cousins.” Regulus murmured as he pressed his wrist to Sirius’s neck once more. Sirius nuzzled into his hand and then settled down in the bed next to Regulus.

“I know but that doesn’t mean I want to marry a cousin!” He said in a harsh whisper. “Besides there were plenty of other Alphas there, why couldn't they just let me pick a nice one. Not related to me and my own age. “ He huffed. 

Several minutes passed, Regulus thought maybe even an hour by the time he mustered the courage to ask.

“When?”

Sirius didn't answer for a long time. Regulus would have thought he was asleep but his brother snored, loudly, and currently he was silent. Sirius nuzzled his nose against Regulus’s neck, “Next week.” Regulus could feel the hot wet tears dripping on his neck and shoulders. Sirius didn't make a sound, their parents hated when they cried, but his scent was bleeding distressed Omega. 

Regulus shook himself as another Alpha approached him and took his hand. Regulus wasn't even listening to him as the Alpha went on and on about how well he could provide for an Omega like Regulus. He tried not to snatch his hand away as the Alpha pulled it closer so he could scent along his wrist. 

Sirius had run away that night and Regulus hadn’t seen or heard from him since. His parents waited a week before quickly putting Regulus in Sirius’s place. They basically acted like they never had another son. 

Across the vast ballroom yet another group of Alphas and Omegas came in. People came and went as they pleased. Most people waited until later in the evening to come but those who were more serious about coupling up came early and stayed late. 

Among this group was an Alpha who was about as thrilled to be here as Regulus was. James Potter had tried dating the modern way, he really put his all into finding someone based on a true connection that developed naturally. Unfortunately his pool of potential partners was not very vast. It wouldn't be such a big deal if his mother wasn't planning on stepping down from her role as Lady Potter. In order to take over he needed to be married. 

Euphemia and Fleamont Potter were both already old when they had James. Fleamont had struggled carrying a pup to full term and they had decided to stop trying anymore. Of course that's when one finally stuck and James was born a short 7 months later. 

Euphemia says their love is what kept James alive in those early months. Medicine wasn't what it is now and they didn't think their sickly pup would grow and continue to grow into the large Alpha that stood before them now.  

James scanned the room and tried to pick out a scent that he liked. Most Omegas smelled too sweet. James enjoyed the smell of other Alphas more so than Omegas but every now and then he found one that smelled nice enough. He left his parents to mingle with the other chaperones and made his way around the room.

He chatted with a few Omegas, none really stuck out to him, but several were interested in him. He was tall, dark, and handsome. The sole heir of a vast fortune and one of the youngest Alphas currently on the market. He was listening to a circle of Alphas talk about the “poor selection” this year when he smelled the most wonderful scent.

Tea with milk and sugar and warm bread. Wait no, not bread. Croissants, warm buttery croissants. His head whipped around and he began to follow the scent. He felt like there were little hints of it everywhere. Every Alpha he came across had a little bit of it clinging to them. This Omega must have met with nearly everyone here. Everyone except James. 

He finds his way outside where the scent is the strongest and watches as a group of three disappears before he can even see their faces. The Omega disapparated with their chaperones before James could see them. 

Thinking quickly he went to the registration counter at the entrance and talked with the Beta there. He signed up to receive a calling card from every Omega at the event. Every Omega would send a photograph, a letter, and something that smelled like them, usually a piece of cloth they scented. He kind of felt bad for all the other Omegas because they might have hopes that he would pick them but he needed to find that Omega. 

He went back inside and let his parents know he was ready to leave. They exchanged a look but agreed and followed him outside so they could disapparate.

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The calling cards were already waiting when Regulus came into the kitchen. The house elf, Kreature, brought them and set them in front of his mother. She sorted through the stack throwing several into one pile and a handful into another. She burned the large stack with her wand and then handed the smaller pile to Regulus. 

“You will respond to these Alphas. Do not seal them until I have read your letters.” Regulus opened and closed his mouth twice before he carefully took the letters and forced himself to walk to his room. He didn't make it to his room though. He stopped at Sirius’s room and went inside. It had been about a month since he left but his scent was still there, vaguely. He threw himself down on the bed and took several deep breaths. 

Flicking through the calling cards they didn't have any photos or items with their scent on it. Regulus thought this was terribly unfair because he was required to provide a picture of himself and a sample of his scent but he figured an Alphas mind must be so small they can barely fit two thoughts in their head let alone remember every Omega they ever scented. Whereas an Omega is expected to know everything while still being treated as if they are stupid.

Regulus remembers a time before he presented. When he was given the best education and had all the best tutors. He excelled in everything he did and then suddenly he was stupid, at least according to his Alpha parents.

He doesn't remember meeting any of these Alphas so he writes a generic outline of a letter and copies it five times. He summons Kreature and asks him to give everything to his mother. He sends scraps of a t-shirt he rubbed under his armpits with as well, cut into five neat squares.

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James was pacing in the parlor, one hand on his hip the other over his mouth. It had been a week. A week! 

He didn't know how much longer he had to wait in order to find his mystery Omega. He had thought about going around to other Alphas to see if they knew at least the family of said Omega but he didn't have a lot of details other than the Omegas scent. 

Finally Ren, the house elf, popped into the parlor room as well. “Master James, sir, there is being lots of items for yous. Shall Ren bring thems all in here then?”

“YES!” He startled even himself with his outburst. “Sorry, Please Ren, thank you.” 

Poor Ren popped in and out of the parlor about ten times, bringing a total of fifty or so different letters, packages, and one crate. 

“James Fleamont Potter!” 

James flinched as his mother and father came into the room. His mom was covering her mouth and nose with her elbow. 

“Sweetheart,” his father began softly. 

“What. Have. You. Done.” His mother growled.

James gave them both a shrug, “I am just very invested in this. You said so yourself, mother, I have to put myself out there. Well I’ve done just that.”

He began nosing through all the items trying to find the one that smelled like his Omega. 

He stopped, a letter in each hand. Was he really already referring to this unknown Omega as his? His Alpha really liked them. He went back to smelling.

His mother had to leave the room. The scents were too much. His father followed after her.

James managed to sniff each item, only opening a few that were too subtle for him to smell their scent. But none of them smelled like his Omega. He started ripping the letters open first and pulling out the photos. He knows the family had black hair for sure, he sorted the letters and packages. He was afraid to even try and open the crate. 

None of them smelled right.

He started banishing them as he went not wanting all the smells lingering. He stared at the now empty rug. Despair creeping into his very core. Of course he never thought that the Omega wouldn't respond. He should have known. His Omega might only respond to Alphas they remember talking to. They might already have found an Alpha. 

No.

That thought was too dark even for him at this moment. He would just have to go to another social to find his Omega. He wasn't giving up.

As he dragged himself up off the floor he thought he caught a whiff of the Omega. His head whipped around looking all over for the smell.

There, under the loveseat was a small cream envelope. A black wax seal just barely visible. James dives forward, his glasses askew on his nose, and narrowly misses hitting his head on the edge. He brings the letter to his nose and breathes in deeply. 

Omega.

His heart sings as fixes his glasses and rips the letter open, a single black square of fabric drifts out into his hands. He clutches it to his nose, his eyes threaten to roll into the back of his head forever. 

He sees the photograph, upside down, in his lap and snatches it up. Suddenly he is very nervous, this will be the first time he gets to see his Omega. They may smell amazing but what if he doesn't like how they look? James doesn't think he is shallow but the thought does dance around in his mind. No. He assures himself, giving his head a shake, this is his Omega. They will be the most beautiful Omega he has ever seen. He knows it. Taking one more deep breath he flips it over. 

The photograph is magical, of course, so it plays on a loop with no sound. Sitting on a stool in front of a fireplace is his Omega. Somewhere in the back someone must be instructing the Omega to smile. His eyes flick to beyond the camera and then back again. His Omega forces a polite, well practiced, smile. James can't help but frown, he hopes he is able to make his Omega smile for real soon. He wants to see what his Omega would look like with pure joy on their face. He is right of course, they are the most beautiful person he has ever seen. Soft black curls framing his face, deep gray eyes that stare unblinking at the camera. His Omega looks so serious at first but the fake smile softens his features just so. James can make out a scar that runs through their right eyebrow. The Omega shakes their head just so and a curl falls over it. James watches the loop over and over again, taking in every detail.

Next is the letter. James doesn't expect much, he knows he never met this Omega face to face before so he can't imagine they would have much to say. It still hurts a little reading it. It sounds like a generic letter of an Omega who met so many Alphas they can’t keep them all straight. He might have not even looked at the cards but just sent responses to everyone who called. That made his stomach knot, he didn't want to think about other Alphas trying to get with his Omega. He knew he was willing to fight, if he had to, for this one. His Omega has long swirling handwriting and his eyes scan over the page to the bottom, really the only information he truly wanted from the note. 

Signed at the bottom was his Omegas name.

Regulus Arcturus Black.

His stomach dropped, his Omega was a Black!

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LA MAISON TARGARYEN 

tw : mariages incestueux, violences sexuelles, régicides, complots politiques, mariages arrangés, grossesses mineures.

membres actuels de la Maison du Dragon rouge :

lignée royale (= le roi, la reine, leurs enfants & petit.e.s enfants (fc. blanc.he.s, noir.e.s, métisses & au choix. lignée métissée avec Dorne))

• (libre. homme, entre 61 et 59 ans) le Roi Daeron II Targaryen, dit Daeron le Bon ou Fausse-Lignée (par ses ennemis). Roi des Andals, de Rhoynar et des Premiers Hommes, Seigneur des Sept Couronnes et Protecteur du Royaume. • (RÉSERVÉE. femme, entre 59 et 56 ans) Mariah Martell, sa reine-consort. Princesse de Dorne.

première lignée.

• (libre. homme, entre 43 et 42 ans) Baelor Targaryen dit Briselance, prince de Peyredragon, Main du Roi et héritier du Trône de Fer. • (libre. femme, entre 43 et 40 ans) Jena Dondarrion, son épouse. • (RÉSERVÉ. entre 26 et 25 ans) Valarr Targaryen dit le Petit Prince, prince de Peyredragon. • (libre. homme, entre 24 et 22 ans) Matarys Targaryen dit le Tout Petit Prince, prince de Peyredragon.

deuxième lignée.

• (libre. homme, entre 41 et 40 ans) Aerys Targaryen, prince de Peyredragon. • (libre. femme, entre 40 et 38 ans) Aelinor Penrose, son épouse.

troisième lignée.

• (libre. homme, entre 39 et 38 ans) Rhaegel Targaryen, prince de Peyredragon. • (libre. femme, entre 41 et 38 ans) Alys Arryn, son épouse. • (RÉSERVÉE. femme, entre 28 et 26 ans) Aelora Targaryen, princesse de Peyredragon et jumelle d'Aelor. • (libre. homme, entre 28 et 26 ans) Aelor Targaryen, prince de Peyredragon et jumeau d'Aelora. • (RÉSERVÉE. femme, entre 24 et 23 ans) Daenora Targaryen, princesse de Peyredragon.

quatrième lignée.

• (RÉSERVÉ. homme, entre 37 et 36 ans) Maekar Targaryen, prince de Peyredragon. • (RÉSERVÉE. femme, entre 39 et 37 ans) Dyanna Dayne, son épouse. • (libre. homme, 23 ans) Daeron Maelor Targaryen dit L'Ivrogne, prince de Peyredragon. • (PRIS. homme, 22 ans) Aerion Targaryen dit le Flamboyant, prince de Peyredragon. • (libre. homme, 21 ans) Aemon Targaryen, prince de Peyredragon, jumeau de Daella. • (RÉSERVÉE. femme, 21 ans) Daella Targaryen, princesse de Peyredragon, jumelle de Aemon.

• (PNJ. homme, 14 ans) Aegon Targaryen, prince de Peyredragon. • (PNJ. femme, 12 ans) Rhae Targaryen, princesse de Peyredragon.

lignée princière de Dorne (= la soeur du Roi, son mari & leurs enfants. (Lignée blanc.he.s & métissée avec Dorne))

• (PRISE. femme, 35 ans) Daenerys Targaryen, dite la Sacrifiée (par le Clan Feunoyr), princesse de Peyredragon, sœur du Roi et princesse-consort de Dorne. (voir la généalogie de la maison Martell)

lignée secondaire (= membres cousin.e.s. fc. blanc.he.s)

• (libre. femme, entre 69 et 67 ans) Daena Targaryen dite la Rebelle, princesse répudiée de Peyredragon, grand-tante du Roi, mère de Daemon Feunoyr. (voir la généalogie du Clan Feunoyr) • (PNJ. femme, 66 ans) Rhaena Targaryen, princesse de Peyredragon, grand-tante du Roi. Elle est désormais Septa et se charge de l'éducation des princesses Targaryen. • (libre. femme, entre 65 et 63 ans) Elaena Targaryen, princesse de Peydragon, grand-tante du Roi et épouse de lord Ronnel Penrose. (voir la généalogie de la maison Prünh et de la maison Penrose)

• (libre. homme, entre 39 et 37 ans) Jon Waters, bâtard d'Alyn Velaryon et d'Elaena Targaryen, jumeau de Jeyne. (voir la généalogie de la maison Velaryon) • (libre. femme, entre 39 et 37 ans) Jeyne Waters, bâtarde d'Alyn Velaryon et d'Elaena Targaryen, jumeau de Jeyne. (voir la généalogie de la maison Velaryon)

les grands bâtards (= les bâtards légitimés par Aegon IV. fc. blanc.he.s & métissés)

• (libre. femme, entre 41 et 39 ans) Mya Rivers, bâtarde d'Aegon IV et de Melissa Nerbosc. • (libre. femme, entre 38 et 36 ans) Gwenys Rivers, bâtarde d'Aegon IV et de Melissa Nerbosc. • (libre. homme, entre 35 et 34 ans) Brynden Rivers dit Freuxsanglant, bâtard d'Aegon IV et de Melissa Nerbosc.

• (RÉSERVÉE. femme, entre 33 et 31 ans) Shaïra Astre des Mers, bâtarde d'Aegon IV et de Sereneï de Lys.

pour les autres grands bâtards de la maison Targaryen, voir la généalogie du Clan Feunoyr.

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Брисел не прашта ...

Brisel više ne prašta Balkanu https://6yka.com/bih/brisel-vise-ne-prasta-balkanu/

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Jan-Werner Müller: Make Europe Great Again

Viktor Orban želi da „osvoji Brisel“. Najdugovečniji lider u Evropskoj uniji obznanio je ovu ambiciju 15. marta, na dan kada Mađari slave svoju neuspešnu revoluciju 1848. protiv Habzburškog carstva. Orban često pravi paralele između EU i ranijih imperijalizama – osmanskog, habzburškog, sovjetskog. Ali, umesto da napusti blok, nada se da će poraziti „liberalne nihiliste“ koji navodno kontrolišu EU…

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Plenkoviću su važniji Brisel i ostali ljevičari u kompletu

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EVROPSKA KOMISIJA

IZVEŠTAJI O VLADAVINI PRAVA

NACIONALNI KONVENT O EU(NKEU)

NARODNA SKUPŠTINA

PRAVOSUĐE

REGULATORNO TELO ZA ELEKTRONSKE MEDIJE STRATEGIJA ZA BORBU PROTIV KORUPCIJE ZAPADNI BALKAN

Šarić-Kako je balkanski kokainski kartel osvojio Evropu

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Random Real Thoroughbred: BELTRAN

BELTRAN is a horse born in Argentina in 1965. By GOOD TIME out of BRISELLE. Link to their pedigreequery page: https://www.pedigreequery.com/beltran

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Des messages différents tous les jours !

Lisez, méditez et partagezLundi, 27 Novembre 2023LE CRI SILENCIEUX D´UN COEUR BRISELe psaume 56 est destiné à ceux qui ont été blessés – que ce soit par la famille, les amis ou par les paroles et les actions de ceux qui ne connaissent pas Dieu. C´est une parole pour ceux qui aiment le Seigneur, mais qui répandent des larmes et qui portent des fardeaux qui semblent de plus en plus lourds.Certains croyants se réveillent chaque jour sous un nuage de peur et de désespoir. Ils se sentent peut-être écrasés et effrayés à cause de problèmes financiers. D´autres font face à des luttes dans leur santé et à une souffrance indicible, tandis que d´autres pleurent pour des membres de leur famille qui ont de graves soucis et qui sont peut-être en rébellion contre le Seigneur.Écoute la Parole bénie de Dieu qui est pour toi, dans ton besoin :Psaumes 56:3 : Quand je suis dans la crainte, en toi je me confie.Psaumes 56:4 : Je me glorifierai en Dieu, en sa parole ; Je me confie en Dieu, je ne crains rien : que peuvent me faire des hommes ?Psaumes 56:8 : Tu comptes les pas de ma vie errante ; Recueille mes larmes dans ton outre : ne sont-elles pas inscrites dans ton livre ?Psaumes 56:9 : Mes ennemis reculent, au jour où je crie ; Je sais que Dieu est pour moi. Psaumes 56:13 : Car tu as délivré mon âme de la mort, Tu as garanti mes pieds de la chute, afin que je marche devant Dieu, à la lumière des vivants.Voici des paroles ointes par l´Esprit de Dieu. Le Seigneur sait tout de tes luttes et de ta souffrance. Il connaît chaque détail de ta situation et Il entend même les cris non formulés de ton cœur brisé.Retiens bien ces paroles qui nous ont été données : 'Quand je suis dans la crainte, en Toi je me confie.' Tes cris et tes prières ont été entendues par le Seigneur et, en cet instant même, Il a commencé une œuvre secrète, à l´abri des regards, de délivrance. Jusqu´à ce que tu puisses voir cette réponse, Il t´accordera force et miséricorde.

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Bella Brisel by Ida Kar

vintage bromide print, late 1950s

9 3/4 in. x 7 7/8 in. (248 mm x 199 mm) image size

© National Portrait Gallery, London

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Najbolji kongresni grad je Beč

Međunarodna kongresna asocijacija (ICCA) je objavila listu najboljih kongresnih gradova za 2022. godinu. Beč je opet zauzeo prvo mesto, ispred Lisabona i Pariza, zahvaljujući broju organizovanih kongresa.

U Beču je u 2022. godini održano 162 kongresa, dok ih je u Lisabonu bilo 144, a u Parizu 134. Naredna mesta na listi zauzimaju Barselona, Prag, Madrid, Berlin, Atina, Brisel i London. Ovo je prva godina nakon pandemije konornavirusa da je asocijacija uzimala u obzir isključivo kongrese koji su organizovani na licu mesta. Rang lista u godini ranije je obuhvatala i hibridne kongrese.

„Ovo je najbolja godina za bečku kongresnu industriju od izbijanja pandemije. Prednosti grada za nabavku novih kongresa su budžet od osam miliona evra, lokacije i smeštajni kapaciteti“, izjavio je Peter Hanke, član gradskog veća i predsednik bečke turističke organizacije.

„Zauzimanje prvog mesta u globalnom, izuzetno konkurentnom okruženju još jednom dokazuje odličnu saradnju svih zaposlenih u bečkoj kongresnoj industriji. Ove godine imamo 17 velikih kongresa sa preko 3.000 učesnika, kao i četiri sa preko 10.000 učesnika“, dodaje Norbert Ketner, direktor bečke turističke organizacije.

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KOSOVU KRČE PUT DO STOLICE U UN: Osim što Ohridski sporazum guraju u poglavlje 35, Brisel ima još jedan podmukao plan

https://www.novosti.rs/vesti/politika/1312040/kosovu-krce-put-stolice-osim-sto-ohridski-sporazum-guraju-poglavlje-35-brisel-ima-jos-jedan-podmukao-plan

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Božidar Stanišić MAJKE VAM GA, SEDAM EURA I JOŠ PONEŠTO ZA ŠENGEN

Brisel će, putem svog sistema Etias, građanima više od 60 zemalja (vjerovatno od aprila 2025) usloviti ulazak u Šengen podnošenjem zahtjeva i taksom od 7 eura. S godinama i posmatrač, pokatkad pravi mrežoplovac, poput moje malenkosti ogugla na informacije o birokratizmima. Da pojasnim: to su odluke vrha briselske piramide, koje u najboljem od svih svjetova zaobilazi pogled njegovih sluganskih…