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Think Tank - Časopis za Balkan
Think Tank

Publishing House: Benepharm
Subject(s): Politics / Political Sciences, Social Sciences
Frequency: 12 issues
ISSN: 1452-2470
Status: Ceased Publication

  • 2005
  • 2006
  • Issue No. 1
  • Issue No. 2
  • Issue No. 3
  • Issue No. 4
  • Issue No. 5
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Short Description

Welcome to the Balkans. To the area, in spritual sense, whose name means "BLOOD AND HONEY". By accident? By no means. This is the area where each glass of bee shit gets its share of plasma and blood cells, white and red. This is the place where good manners become the reason for reasonable suspicion, being different means being guilty, and thinking becomes a subversive act... So, what are we doing here, anyway? Acting like the people from the Balkans, what else... "Mine field" is only a letter away from "mind field". We are going to leave E, as a warning. We are going to add D, to preside on the throne of argumentative debate. Welcome to MIND FIELD. Nothing stands without its vertebra. First we give you the attitude, then we give you embelishments. First we give you balls and a heart - the gift-wrap can wait. The gist, above and beyonf everything else. If it exists at all, it will easily find its right form. Erect, proudful, talented and explosive. Let COLUMNAE VERTEBRALIS again prove that men are like pasta - some of them have eggs, others do not. There is His Highness the Author and His Exelency the Reader. The rest of us, we just fill the void between these two esteemed positions. Nevertheless... The literature in the Balkans is something completely different - here you can find greatness in rags and hungrey consuments of culture living side by side. In spite everything, both groups survive. Why? I don't know. How? Bo one knows but them. This is an attempt of a scream. The packs, thank God, are a thing of the past. It's time for lone wolfs to howl...