Every country has had its symbols of an era. And i’m not talking about the presidents that ruled at one time or another, nor the events that made history. It’s the little things that stick in your mind and come back to you when you think of some decade for example. Some show on the TV, some album, some comedian, fashion on the time, stuff like that. Once again Serbia is no different from other nations when it comes to this.
Unfortunately, most of the things that shaped Serbia’s history during the nineties were the kind of stuff that you’d normaly want to forget, what with all the wars, sanctions, isolation and despair. But it’s tough to forget those things. That’s why when we remember them we try to make it less stressfull and horrible than they actually were. We tend to downsize them and remember them in a humoristic way, probably so as to make the experience less traumatic, like the people did during and after the bombing (without the doubt the most stressfull and traumatic situation to hit Serbia in the nineties).
Examples and stories you are about to read are more less the favourite subject when somebody from these areas starts a conversation with a foreigner, becouse the foreigners usualy dont believe all the stuff and that fact is the thing that amuses the locals in some strange way. So let me also try to amuse you, although i warn you that most of the things here are best understood only by locals and those that have somewhat thorough knowledge of the recent Balkan history. To others who may find it hard to believe and understand some things, i will try to explain them as good as i can.
It’s important to understand that money (or lack of it, to be more precise) and bad economic situation stood behind all these things. Drastic change in people’s point of view on things, what’s good, and what’ bad, what’s trendy and what’s not was also the result in drastic change in economic situation – sanctions and isolation came suddenly in the midst of a country that was functioning more-less normaly in the eighties and before that.
One form of a false communism was replaced by another, even worse and much more dangerous – nationalistic communism.
As the Serbian currency, Dinar, began loosing its power, the Deutch mark was accepted unnoficially as the currency. Hence maybe the biggest symbol of them all – 100 Deutch marks, or in Serbian – “sto maraka”. Nice, round figure that represented a lot of things – monthly salary, yearly salary, daily salary. A symbol of consumers’ power – but in a country with empty shelves in the supermarkets, all the necesarry things could be bought on the street only. Cigarets, usually smuggled into the country and then sold from improvised stands – cardboard boxes in front of the supermarkets and busy places.
Gasoline was also an item missing from the gasoline stations, and therefore could be bought on the streets too. The photo is from Cambodia, but it looks a lot like the street stands we had some 10 years ago. (from tblog.bootsnall.com)
Popular monthypython-like TV shows of the time included jokes about trading a liter of blood for liter of gas and calling it “a good deal”.
Cues in front of the gas stations could be several kilometers long. But ubder the sanctions there were also cues in front of the grocery stores with people lining up already from 5 in the morning to try and get fresh bread, some frying oil and sugar. Citizens of Serbia who appeared to be most persistant and skillfull in this tough sport were the senior citizens, pensionist – for them it was almost as a social activity to wake up at 4AM, get ready and meet the neighbours for a friendly chat in the cue for bread that may or may not arrive. Mind you, these friendly chats could turn out to battles with deadly outcome if a newcomer was to break the rules and try to skip the line. One other interesting thing was that a lot of the early birds knew the schedule of delivery trucks as they made their route delivering groceries to the stores. Already at 7 AM most of the stores were already empty – those who managed to get what they needed were the lucky ones.
But most remarcable symbols of the era come from popular culture of the time. Since the internet was still an unfamiliar noun in the world at that time, and cable and satelite TV still not so implemented in Serbia, the influences from the western and other countries were practicaly minimized at the time – Serbia was left to create and manage the system of values herself, with tiny bits of fashion and trend somehow managing to come into the country, mostly in the form of global corporations such as Nike and Reebok, who became status symbols for kids whose parents often had hard times earning enough money to buy them.
One of such symbols was the Nike air max models, which, combined with nice tracksuit pants and tucked in pull-over made a nice male outfit suitable for all occasions: proms, hanging out in the park, taking your girlfriend out on a fancy dinner, washing your car, robbing a bank, etc, etc. Now please don’t think that all this was cheap stuff, no: combined with a heavy golden chain and all those hours in the gym homo sapiens of the period really had to work hard o earn all this items. In a way, those were the perfect examples of Serbian metrosexuals of the nineties.
Salary reached the ultimate low when it hit the “6 deutch mark” mark (approx 3 EUR today). One’s salary would be worth a pair of good shoes at the beggining of the day, box of ciggarettes in the afternoon and pack of gums in the evening, all this thanks to the galloping inflation, for which we hold the guinnes world record even today.
To be continued after the EXIT festival
Coming up: “Serbia’s time capsule from the nineties: TV fortune tellers and state supported bank robbery”

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Wow! The anonymous guy is unbelievable!
I’m Albanian so what do you think of them????
Hey victor, I remember the gasoline thing in ‘91 and 95 when I was in FROY. There were ppl selling gas all over the place plus they were diluting it with other additives so they could increase their profits.
You could tell when you had bad gas bc your valves and gaskets would shudder and make a funny noise.
I don’t know if you got a chance to see ppl smuggling gas from all the neighboring countries. Bulgaria, Hungary, Albania, Macedonia. In montenegro they were doing in plain view of the border crossing police. To me that was interesting since everyone was in the scam.
Anyways, great article!
To: Anonymous
With that kind of mindset and hatred your worse then the Jihadists you claim Kosovo/a albanians to be! Take a chill pill and relax.
Remember one thing before you point a finger at someone:
—-one finger points at the person you’re accusing. He’s 1X to blame
-3 fingers point at you. So your 3x to blame-1 points upwards. God sees everything.
So remember the accused is only 25% blameable but you yourself are 75% blamable. You take the lions share and no matter what God will judge you in all your accusations and doings!
God bless!
Peace to all!
P.S. Anonymous welcome to a democratic world where freedom of speech/freedom of expression is a constitutional right! Welcome to the 21st century. Now give me a big hug! No need to apologize bc I forgive ya!
@Anonymous, even though your comment didn’t have much to do with the things i wrote about in the blog, i will keep it because of this peculiar obsession you have with the baloons – that was really funny, thanks.
Owen,
thanks for the suggestion, i was thinking of doing something like that, but i suck as a photographer, plus i only have an idiot camera. but i will try to come up with something, i promise.
As for the ‘rule breaking’ is concerned, i understand what you mean – that’s why i too think it’s a bit odd initiative, but it just might be so crazy it actually works.
Sanika and all,
part deux is coming soon, have patience. There might be couple of posts about something else in the meantime
Give us your comments on Exit
Viktor, if it was your idiot camera that took the pictures of the World Cup cafes, I think you’re underestimating its IQ!
Hey Viktor! Really enjoyed this last post. You make spoiled Western bloggers wanna come to Belgrade.
P.S. I want to see these homo sapiens you are writing about…
Malonso you will be a welcome addition to Belgrades blogging community Im sure!
Viktor I think that anon’s comment is actually a compliment in some way! From your fellow baloon carrying (best insult of all) lazy, fat, blogger
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I too am looking forward to seeing your picutres from Exit. Sadly this year this spoilt blogger couldnt get to Novi Sad.
La Lara,
your wish is my command, ma’m
Owen,
thx, like i said, i’ll try to make something out of it.
Malonso,
these types of homo sapines are the remains of the past, and it’s not so easy to see them easily today as they are in disguise, but i’m sure we can find some for you
Bg Anon,
thanks for replying to comments while i was away, i could not have said those things in better way myself!
Kapiramo se
I will try to post the pics from Exit tomorrow, i’m afraid i’m short with time tonight.
Btw, i have to anounce my leaving to a holiday on European railways – i start in about a week and will be away for a month, so you guys are free to replace me with news and views from Belgrade.
Of course i will try to post some observations from Europe while i’m on the road but it won’t be as frequent as now.
Until than, i’ll try to post as often as possible, and to finish ‘time capsule from the nineties’ saga.
Viktor ought to go back to Russia where his ancestors are from. He is a spoiled person, not helping the refugees or impoverished at all. Instead engaging in silly sing-song rhymes and releasing plastic balloons (pollution and trash) in the atmosphere with many others (who are mostly spoiled bloggers and foreign NGO workers set to blame EVERYTHING on the Serbs) at rallies; whining and blame Serbs himself while never doing anything CONSTRUCTIVE (building/repairing houses, driving elderly to medical appointments, giving socks to refugee children) or having any positive ideas, he is an arrogant, SPOILED man.
It’s enough that the west is constantly killing, ethnically cleansing and blaming Serbs, but when those there do it themselves – they should leave if they aren’t helping someone concretely or kill themselves and spare people from their constant complaining and blaming, blaming, blaming with NOTHING CONSTRUCTIVE to show but STUPID blogs.
Sitting on your @sses at the computer, going to festivals and trips overseas to see gay parades (that serbianmess due) shows you have plenty of money to PLAY all day. SPOILED COMPLAINING SERBS.
SPOILED SERB BLOGGERS SHOULD LEAVE SERBIA AND LIVE WITH PEOPLE THEY DO NOT HATE.
YOU HATE SERBS AND IT SHOWS.
STAY IN SAN FRANCISCO WITH THE GAYS YOU SO LOVE AND POLLUTE THE U.S. WITH YOUR STUPID BALLOONS, WASTEFUL POSTERS, AND FAT TRASHY SELVES.
“Sitting on your @sses at the computer, ...” – I wonder how s/he managed to tell you what he thought of you.
There’s a saying “None so blind as him who will not [ie chooses not] to see”. Gent appears determined not to see that what you’re actually doing is establishing real communications with an outside world that tends to get its idea of Serbia and Serbs from the very vocal self-justifying haters like Anonymous. You’re showing us that Serbs can be normal people. So thanks, Viktor, and just carry on as you do.
If you want to do something simple and positive, free of marketing-speak (and not reminding us what rule-breaking led to), as a way of telling us what Belgrade and Serbia have to offer why not set up a Belgrade photoblog?
Jeez Anonymous- how much hate? how much anger?
I wasn’t there during the 90’s and although I’ve heard alot about that time, (some of my family lives in Belgrade) it’s always good to hear more from “the hourse’s mouth” as it were. What’s wrong with recounting a period that happened with everyday details and anecdotes?
VIKTOR, I look forward to reading the next episode of “Serbia’s time capsule from the nineties”. Thanks for sharing.
Oh Anonymous…get over yourself!
That’s the attitude to keep Serbia in the dark ages for sure.
Signed,
another spoiled (but Serbian) blogger sitting on my ass reading and blogging.