Belgrade has strong underworld and it is often a topic of black chronicles, but it should be a big story when it comes to tourism. Two men, a professor Vidoje Golubovic and Zoran Nikolic, the authors of the book Belgrade under Belgrade, initiated the unusual tour, which tourist agencies welcomed with joy.
This fine underworld reveals the legend of Belgrade from Roman, Turkish, Austrian and modern ages, each of which have specific charm. It almost becomes a matter of elementary education to visit the Roman hall with Roman fortress foundations of the main gate, the 2nd century AD and Roman aqueduct pipes in direction from Mali Mokri Lug.
There is the bunker from the time of Inform-bureau which reveals many secrets of espionage and political games that Josip Broz Tito conducted between the Great Power countries after the World War II. This exciting tourist route continues in the Big Gunpowder Warehouse which walls hide stories of the Christian Europe defence against Turkish invasion and tour guides will reveal these stories to you. This Warehouse is now a Roman Lapidarium keeping sarcophagi, tombs and altars from the territory of Serbia. In the Big Gunpowder Warehouse you can touch the walls of the building complex that was built by Austrians as a last defence against Turks and for keeping the most essential commodities– gunpowder in especially dry conditions and nearby the river. Steps echoing through the tunnel that leads from Kosancicev Venac to Lagum (undreground passage) in Karadjordjeva Street with one another Lagum seen from there. A view worth the money!
The final point of this tour is Wine Lagum that shows the time of the liberating of Serbia from Turkish authorities, where with glass of wine you can sum up all impressions about destinations that reflect the best the unusual history of Belgrade. Legends, different human destinies and enigmas are intertwined and for centuries spark the imagination of history and culture devotees.
Therefore let’s take a peak to see what is hidden in the basement of this peculiar city.
autor: Aleksandar Đuričić
The Roman Well: Wish
Wish. Is it an idea, an impulse, fiction, despair, hope…Life! Wish is by the slender echo of wells, fountains, rivers and oceans where a coin thrown over the one’s head has splashed, or by what I wish for, the deepest secret, green in the emerald, Byzantine blue in the eye, sea woven into the golden open seas, Love, dream…Life. Yes, yes…the one that teaches and the one we build with our own hands, as otherwise others will build it for us!!! Build up a WISH, LIFE???!!! Someone else’s hand? That is the name for – give up the wish and the life. The same thought ahead of the stairway, enveloping the headlong downfall to water of the Roman well like DNA, like once on the waves of Chao Phraya and in Angkor Wat, trying to discover the secrets of origin of the Hindu religion and survival of Khmer on the mother lake – host and in the labyrinth of Nabataean Petra, where even today guardian Bedouin fires merge from caves like fireflies of bare monk mountains, under the tree the heart-shaped growth of which is humming of the princess and servant of the Forbidden city of the forgotten Mings and over there on the Pacific coast, where glory moves and lasts although impressed on the Sunset Boulevard and ahead of the meager Seller of the Sahara flower and above the furthest end of Siberia, when I thought that Afghan was the Moon bark of labyrinths and in divine peace of the High Decani Monastery, hearing Mihalkov whose art brought the Sunstroke and moving pictures that are a great story of warning! Like his shriek of a beautiful peacock…
Wish is life, such as we ourselves are in the depths of our own ego and id (set of uncoordinated instinctual trends), one’s own soul and earth. Did all heroes think that throughout history linked to the Roman well, travelling writer Celebija, Duke Pavle, King Milan, revolutionary Jelena Ilka…if there’s no beauty, there’s only soul left, sold like the Dorian’s and other people’s hands grinding and creating the enface of their own grotesque with me, you, on and in our country, on and in our lives, as we have squandered the WISH. The well, how many there are on the planet and how many of them beside with a trembling coin. Ahead of us is the Roman well in Belgrade, some say more than two millennia in the Kalemegdan underground, as greatest of attractions full of unexplained events, mysteries. And wishes…
autor: Dragan Milivojević