‘Am I in paradise or on the moon?’ George Bernard Shaw famously quipped from the top of Mount Lovćen in Montenegro. Adriatic sea stretches to the horizon to its west and on a clear day you can see Italy; to the south is Skadar Lake, beyond it – the dark, mysterious hills of Albania; in the north is Bay of Kotor, Europe’s southernmost fjord…
To get to Kotor Fjord from the historical capital, Cetinje, once the only way lead through the mountains, up the steep, narrow and oddly curved road… When you look at it from the top of the mountain – a capital letter M is clearly seen, it seems to be engraved into the landscape by the road… The legend is that French architect commissioned to oversee the construction in this way declared his love for beautiful Montenegrin Queen Milena – and had ran away from the country for his life! Whether the story is true we can not know, but Montenegrin women are known for their beauty – King Nikola and Queen Milena’s daughters had married into the most influential European dynasties and our King will be nick-named “the father in law of Europe”!
Elena of Montenegro (born Princess Jelena Petrović-Njegoš of Montenegro) was wife of Victor Emmanuel III and Queen of Italy from 1900 until 1946; by Italians she was named “La Bella Elena” – beautiful Elena.
Two of our other princesses, with keen interest in the occult, Milica and Anastasia, had married into Romanov dynasty and it was them who later on introduced mysterious Rasputin to the Russian Court.
If you read serious historical sources – you’ll learn of False Tsar Stephen the Little; for my thesis i studied carefully archives of Russian Ministry of Foreign Affairs and the diplomatic correspondence exchanged between two courts – Montenegrins were fully aware that their ruler had a false identity; but did they care? Not the least – he was a great ruler and that was the only thing that mattered; where he came from and who he was in reality – nobody knows until today.
The longest war in history , Montenegrin – Japanese war, lasted from 1905 – 2006; when Russia declared war to Japan, the teeny kingdom sided with its ally and also proclaimed war to the Country of the Raising Sun! Albeit the answer was never received – Montenegrin gesture was not merely symbolical – the best warriors chosen from the most reputable of the tribes, along with Russians went to war, fought bravely, won victories and received medals! Again, all of it is documented in the archives of Russian Ministry of Foreign Affairs where the names of these people who fought against Samurai and the awards they received are meticulously listed!
Then super powers got busy with their own business and it’s only in 2006, when high representative of Japanese Government traveled to Montenegro to recognize our regained independence – that the truce was signed!
Montenegro is one of the oldest countries in Europe – Principality Doclea, the great-grand mother of Montenegro, was formed in 9th century; it shall have a turbulent personal history, like many outstandingly beautiful and rebellious princesses did … In 1042 it shall run away from what once was considered her home – the mighty Byzantine empire, in 1421, it shall get kidnapped by a Serbian Despotate; princess by birthright would renounce its nobility by joining the working class family of Yugoslav people and shall remain quite happy in its new home, as long as her inborn sense of human dignity was not jeopardized and her honorable name brought down to dirt. That’s when the princess decided it was the high time she hit the road and became a sovereign queen. (In 2006. Montenegro has regained its independence.)
In an earlier essay, Death by chocolate, i’ve written on Montenegrin cuisine.
Favorite entrée is Njegushi cheese stored in oil – let alone that goats and cows are fed freely on the nearest valley on herbs and grass typical of this region, the cheese is later smoked at home and the village of Njegushi is unique for its blend of sea-air with the air from the mountains; two climates intersecting in that very spot give the food a taste that’s impossible to second.
After the cheese is imbued with this unique aroma – it’s stored in olive oil and that’s a story unto itself, because the oil is hand made by monks in the monasteries on the coast; at the end you get a a small piece of cheese that’s threaded with history of this magical kingdom of Black Mountains. The cheese, it seems, is served mostly to go along with the story of our rulers, Petrovic Njegos dynasty, and their tribe of Njegusi; the monks, while making the oil – read prayers and these prayers give you the strength of a tiny rebellious nation, which resisted its numerous oppressors for centuries and never in its history was enslaved.
As you would be snacking on the cheese, you would get served Montenegrin brandy – Prvijenac, which is made by unique technologies and in limited quantities; it comes in numbered bottles, like a part of a collection – which basically it is.
There is that joke – the proverbial Russian, American and Montenegrin argued whose beverage is the best and , as expected, without having agreed – they decided to conduct an experiment; a group of mice got treated to Whiskey, Vodka and Prvijenac respectively and the effects were observed and recorded.
The mouse who had Whiskey started walking around nonchalantly, with a seductive aura of a western-movie actor, he demanded his own Colt to protect the mice maidens and after a while rode into the sunset.
The mouse who had Vodka started quoting Russian Classics and despairing over the current state of the world’s affairs, lady mice were admiring him while silently wiping off tears with tiny handkerchiefs and praying that this hero wins the duel against the usual bad guy.
The mouse who drank of Prvijenac just stood there.
After some time, he stood on his back paws and yelled out in a human voice, carrying the menace of vengeance high and low: Ladies, back to the hole, you have no business here! Where is the bloody cat?! I’ll do it away with my bare hands! ‘Nuff of this oppression! Come out, you villain, fight as a man!
You get an idea…

an airplane window shot of the Black Mountains

Vintage Cover of a French Magazine, public domain
Here you can see the gallery of pictures from Kotor Fjord, Scadar lake and other shots of the amazing Black Mountains.
P.S. Just in case you are wondering what’s gotten into me to write on my country once again – it’s that after bitching about FP in how NOT to get freshly pressed, EVER, i do think the guys behind Daily Prompt deserve cudos for coming up with today’s “Local Flavor‘. 😉
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Fascinating! Your descriptions are so vivid, I feel I am there… And lol! Your three mice ending should be retold for the ages.
Thank you so much! What a coincidence (if there is such thing ;)) – i was just at your blog, enjoying your posts!
What an amazing post. I absolutely loved going on this journey with you, Lena (I really felt as if I was there). Brilliant 😀
Thank you, dearest Dianne! I do hope one day you will visit me irl! xx
I like it all, one part stood out to me though:
“…. the strength of a tiny rebellious nation, which resisted its numerous oppressors for centuries and never in its history was enslaved.”
That reminds me of you, (& your teddy bear bag)…(just kidding)…however to me: Fighting for your time is better than allowing others to spend your time for you. perhaps it is in: the where you come from genes, lol, if such a concept may be allowed to exist 😉
Thank you Jim!!! Lolol, i need to translate your comment to my father tmr morning when i see him, he’ll certainly appreciate your comment on the teddy bear as he is concerned that i don’t really look like a serious writer and all in all dress not accordingly to my age & (presumed) public standing! 😛 I do think a lot of it comes from the genes – or from genetic memory if you wish; i am also sometimes concerned that i am selfish for being that much into whatever i do … but i am simply miserable if i don’t have the me-time. Dunno, i think it’s a fine line between not being an egoist – and not being used by others for whatever they need you, i feel very few people manage to find the right ‘dosage’ there. :((((
Lena when you mentioned ego it reminded me of a 1970’s Australian band… The Skyhooks that were VERY popular with VERY many.
One of their songs was “EGO is not a dirty word”
The singer’s nick name was Shirley which stuck from his earlier days, he moved on from the band & was very popular with his ‘Our House’ show.. He was killed in a helicopter crash in 2001… it stopped Australia for a couple of days, as he was so popular with so many. Hereis something about him (if this is not suitable for your blog just delete, I do not mind at all,LOL. Oh & I was going to send you the song as well But I do not know how to do both in one comment so it looks like another one coming too . like I said if you do not mind just delete… these guys were not gay, though when they came on the scene in the 70’s , Gay was not very well accepted… at all down here, Check out their way of dressing LOL (in the video) and you say others may think you dress wrong… as Paul said, wear what you like 😉
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Graeme_Strachan
OMG, Jim, i LOVE them!!! i found the video on youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UduuxKdPt9Q They are uber cool!!!
If I did not have an ego I would not be here tonight
If I did not have an ego I might not think that I was right
If you did not have an ego you might not care the way you dressed
If you did not have an ego you’d just be like the rest
As Kabbalists would put it – Everyone Got One… Lol, it’s a healthy part of psyche – and there too, there isn’t one single definition of what constitutes, myself – i am alien to the Eastern interpretations where Ego is the root of all evils and goes submitted to the Guru (who, chances are, is a complete jerk, but anyway… Not a single Far East country was a democracy EVER, so i am very careful with ‘transplanting’ their models onto Western mindset.) In the tradition closer to my heart – Ego is the compound of fears mostly, and that one should indeed get rid of, right? In the previous comment, i used the word ‘egoist’ – later on i thought of a more appropriate English equivalent, it’s: SELF-CENTERED… So, imo – go ahead with the eccentricity, as long as it doesn’t come across as insanity and try to find the middle ground between being the doormat for other – and being totally self-centered… In my experience, it’s way more complicated to achieve it, than it might sound 😉 xx
Here’s the video: I’m not suggesting you should like it, just maybe listen to the lyrics:
“If I did not have an ego then I would not be here tonight….”
I think we all have an ego that just needs to be kept in check from time to to time, like you said… “Finding the right dosage”
Hahha, i found it myself, prior to seeing this comment – I LOVE IT! Yep, it’s all about the dosage – like everything in life it seems… Thank you so much for recommending me this band, i am really glad i learned about them – i like their tunes and i like them too! RIP Strachan
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Loved the post, specially the mice story.
I suppose resistance is an intrinsic reaction to that which is unknown to us. History has shown that empowered resistance ( as contrasted to regimented resistance) that flows from aspects of ownership and the fear of its loss can be very effective.
Shakti
Thank you, Shakti! Blessings from the Black Mountains!