An investigation of recent developments and trends within the Yugoslav successor states since the signing of the Dayton Agreements in Autumn 1995. This book offers a distinctive and desirable perspective on the seven successor states, their cultures, politics and identities by providing an internal perspective on the region and its developments.
|Publisher:||Palgrave Macmillan UK|
|Product dimensions:||5.50(w) x 8.60(h) x 0.90(d)|
About the Author
NEVEN ANDJELI? teaches Human Rights and International Relations at Birkbeck College, University of London, UK
GLENN BOWMAN Senior Lecturer in Anthropology, University of Kent at Canterbury, UK
VOJIN DIMITRIJEVI? Professor of Law, Union University of Belgrade, Serbia
IVAN DODOVSKI Dean of the School of Foreign Languages, University American College Skopje, Macedonia
SLAVKO GABER Associate Professor in Sociology, University of Ljubljana, Faculty of Education, Slovenia
ROBERT HUDSON Professor in European History and Cultural Politics, University of Derby, UK and Director of the Identity, Conflict, and Representation Research Centre.
BO IDAR JEZERNIK Professor of Cultural Anthropology and a member of the Faculty of Arts at the University of Ljubljana, Slovenia
VESNA KESI? a journalist and a prominent Croatian feminist and anti-war activist
SHKËLZEN MALIQI an Albanian philosopher, art critic, political analyst, and leading intellectual in Kosovo.
MAJA MUHI? Senior Assistant Lecturer, SEE University in Tetovo, Macedonia
INES PRICA Senior Researcher, Institute of Ethnology and Folklore Research in Zagreb and Visiting Professor at the Zagreb Faculty of Humanities, Croatia
RENATA SALECL Senior Researcher in Criminology, Faculty of Law, University of Ljubljana, Slovenia
IRENA UMI anthropologist and Senior Scientific Associate.
NEBOJ A VLADISAVLJEVI? LSE Fellow in Government, London School of Economics and Political Science, UK
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Last night, while I was taking a bath, I heard something knocking about outside. At first, I thought it was just America-san, so I ignored it, but as the noise was getting louder, I decided to take a look. I wrapped a towel around my waist and opened the bathroom door. The racket had ceased, but I knew better than to think everything was alright. In fact, I suspected someone had broken in, and it could not have been America-san or Italy-kun because they would have spoken by now. Which left me clueless as to who it was. I was soon answered, though, when a huge man that resembled China-san on steroids stood up to meet me as I entered the sitting room. <p> <p> "Excuse me, sir, but who are you and why are you in my house?" I attempted to stand up to the man. <p> <p> "I thought Japan was supposed to be strong, not puny and weak like you. It is a good thing I am taking over," the man bellowed. <p> <p> I looked up at him, "Why are you replacing me? Did the other nations send you?" <p> <p> "Because I am Asia, and this world will be better if continents rule." Asia guffawed, "Now take this bag and pack smartly." <p> <p> I did as he asked and began to pack. I knew that there was no chance of beating this man, not in combat. I made sure to shove clothes, toiletries, water, and some food in the moments he gave me. Then I got dressedand returned to the sitting room with a pencil and journal in hand. This time, Asia-kun was swinging a large club in his hand. I was unable to duck before it slammed into my head and my world went dark. When I woke up, I was lying in a cell. Asia-kun unlocked the door, which was fashioned from metal bars and tossed in a cheaply made school desk that he explained was our only furniture aside from a pot used for our waste. When he left again, I thought I was left alone until I died or someone let me out, but someone (most likely another continent) burst into the builing and stormed toward my cell, shouting something all the while. I was not quite sure if I was happy to be about to share a cell with someone or if I was worried they would be annoying, but then the other continent, a blond man who needed to shave dumped a light haired ex nation on the ground and locked the cell door again so we could not get out. I was shocked that Yugoslavia would be sharing a cell with me; I figured another asian nation would be put in here with me. <p> <p> "Hello, Japan." Yugoslavia muttered as she picked herself up and ambled over to the corner of the room. <p> <p> I bent my head in acknowledgement. "Konnichiwa, Yugoslavia-san."<p> <p> "We are going to be in here for a while, are we not?" Yugoslavia sighed. She already seemed to have given up even though she hadn't even been here a minute. <p> <p> "I don't know." I admitted, and we elapsed into silence. For a while, I stared out the six inch by six inch window, but then I remembered the writing supplies I had with me when I saw Yugoslavia-san rummaging in her bag. So I began writing as other nations were broght in and placed in nearby cells. Maybe things will be better tomorrow. <p> <p> ~Japan