UVOD KOJI SE MORA REĆI JAVNO
Da odmah stavimo stvari na sto – ovo nije feljton o banalnim nesporazumima, ovo je feljton o sudijskoj kulturi (ili nekulturi) koja udara na samu suštinu prava javnosti da zna i prava advokata da se brani.
Piše: Danijel Senkić / Dokumentovano.ba
A činjenica koja se mora ponoviti iz nastavka u nastavak, jer je ključ svega:
Disciplinska prijava sudije Šejle Ćatić — podnesena protiv istog advokata, za naše tekstove, na istoj osnovi kao i Svetlanina — već je odbačena kao NEOSNOVANA.
Srušena. Propala. Pala kao kula od karata.
Ako je identična prijava već pravno mrtva – mrtva je i ova.
Srušiće se i ova Svetlanina.
Srušiće se i njihov Muhamed Tulumović.
Srušiće se svi koji misle da mogu silom, prijavama, pritiskom i pr(lj)avosuđem ugroziti:
- prava građana,
- prava advokata,
- prava kupaca stanova Oaza – Lamela B2.
… i štititi tajkune poput Dženexa
Jer u Dokumentovano.ba svi će biti – i jesu – pod jednakim tretmanom.
I sudije i ministri i tajkuni i politički šerifi i komesari i predsjednici sudova.
Dobri i loši – svi.
PRIZOR KOJI GOVORI VIŠE OD SVIH ZAPISNIKA
I sad dolazi dio sa ročišta od 27. novembra.koji bi se mogao svrstati u kategoriju satire, da nije stvaran.
…koji još uvijek ne mogu isprati iz glave.
Sjedimo za stolom u Regionalnoj advokatskoj komori Tuzla, kako su nas metnuli, nismo mogli birati.
- Ja na čošku.
- Sudija Svetlana – i ona na čošku, odmah desno od mene.
I cijelo ročište – Svetlanino vrpoljenje.
Ne malo.
Nego: lijevo – desno. Naprijed – nazad.
Naginjanje preko stola.
Prsti se lome.
Ruke se uvijaju.
Stolica škripi.
U jednom trenutku sam se morao izmaći, jer sam se prep'o da ćemo se sudariti glavama.
A uz moj baksuzluk, još bih ispao „novinar koji je udario sudiju“.
Rekoh u sebi:
„Samo mi još to treba.“
Valjalo se izmicati da ne bude belaja.
Ali šta ćeš – novinarski zadatak je novinarski zadatak.
I u toj atmosferi – treba držati notese, glavu, kičmu i moral uspravno.
Pa makar neko oko mene pravio koreografiju kao na probi za balet.
A realno – advokatska komora bi mogla izboriti malo više prostora, da se ne guramo po ćoškovima stola k’o u čekaonici kod zubara.
A ONDA – PITANJE SUDIJE KOJE ULAZI U ANALE APSURDA – ZA RUBRIKU „VJEROVALI ILI NE“
Vrhunac apsurda – pitanje koje me ostavilo bez teksta! Nervozna? Frustrirana? Ili samo pogođena istinom?
Vidno frustrirana.
Ne znam da li mojom blizinom, ili činjenicom da joj nisam odgovarao kako je ona htjela, a, kontam, valjda tako ne pita i u sudnici – i traži odgovore kakve hoće.
Ali vidjelo se: istina joj nije prijatelj na ročištu.
Kako god, i takvom ambijentu ja moram odgovarati smireno, jasno i profesionalno.
U jednom trenutku – iz vedra neba – Svetlana pita:
„Zašto niste došli do mene? Da mene pitate?“
Ja zašutio.
Gledam.
Mislim: jel’ ozbiljna?
Ne vjerujem.
Gleda i ona u mene, ne skreće, valja mi odgovoriti.
A onda fino odgovorim:
„Pa, nije bilo potrebe. Imao sam vaša sudska rješenja. Tu ste sve rekli – tačnije napisali.“
Pa, bona Svetlana, i da sam htio kako da ti dođem – kad na vratima sudnice piše: „STROGO ZABRANJEN ULAZ BEZ POZIVA“?
Zamislite da sam ja krenuo u sud da je pitam, onako.
Dođem pred sud, ulazim, jedna vrata – klizna, pa druga – dvokrilna, valja vući ili gurati, pa onda čeka nekakav rentgen, valja proći kroz njega, i sve iz džepova povaditi.
Tu stoje dva sudska policajca i, naravno, pitaju: ‘Gdje trebate?’
I šta da im ja kažem?
‘Idem do sudije Svetlane.’
A oni će me pitati: ‘Zašto?’
Šta da odgovorim – ‘Nako, et’, da je pitam…’?
Bil’ me iko pustio unutra?
Naravno da ne bi.
Pa zar sudija Svetlana misli da ulazimo kod sudija kao u samoposlugu?
I tako vam je to: Svetlana ima neku svoju sudsku praksu.
Ne piše u zakonu, ali izgleda da postoji u njenoj glavi.
Problem je ako po toj njenoj sudskoj praski sudi ljudskim sudbinama.
Sutra: Ide dalje…
THE SCENE OF A JUDGE’S BEHAVIOUR THAT BELONGS IN LAW TEXTBOOKS – BUT UNDER THE CATEGORY: A WARNING, NOT A METHOD!
Series: “THE COURT AND ME – Svetlana Stevanović”
By: Danijel Senkić / Dokumentovano.ba
AN INTRODUCTION THAT MUST BE SAID OUT LOUD
Let’s put the cards on the table—
this is not a feuilleton about minor misunderstandings.
This is a feuilleton about judicial culture (or the lack of it) that strikes at the core of the public’s right to know and an attorney’s right to defend himself.
And let me repeat the central fact that must appear in every continuation, because it is the key to everything:
The disciplinary complaint filed by Judge Šejla Ćatić — against the same attorney, for our texts, on the same basis as Svetlana’s — has already been dismissed as UNFOUNDED.
Destroyed.
Collapsed.
Fell apart like a house of cards.
If the identical complaint is already legally dead —
then this one is dead too.
This one will fall as well.
Svetlana’s complaint will collapse.
And so will their Muhamed Tulumović.
And so will everyone who believes they can, by force, by complaints, by pressure and pr(l)avosuđe (dirty-justice), undermine:
- the rights of citizens,
- the rights of attorneys,
- the rights of the apartment buyers from Oaza – Lamela B2,
…all while protecting tycoons like Dženex.
Because in Dokumentovano.ba, everyone is — and will remain — under equal treatment.
Judges, ministers, tycoons, political sheriffs, commissioners, court presidents.
The good and the bad — all of them.
A SCENE THAT SPEAKS LOUDER THAN ANY MINUTES
And now the scene from the 27 November hearing —
a scene that could be classified as satire if it weren’t real.
…a scene I still cannot get out of my head.
We’re sitting at the table in the Regional Bar Association Tuzla — they seated us, we didn’t get to choose.
- I’m sitting at the corner.
- Judge Svetlana — also at the corner, immediately to my right.
And throughout the entire hearing — Svetlana’s restlessness.
Not a little.
But: left – right. Forward – backward.
Leaning over the table.
Fingers twisting.
Hands contorting.
Chair creaking.
At one point, I had to move back, afraid our heads might collide.
And knowing my luck, they’d say: “The journalist head-butted the judge.”
I told myself:
“Just what I need…”
You have to lean away to avoid trouble.
But what can you do — a journalist’s job is a journalist’s job.
And in that atmosphere, one must hold the notebook, the head, the spine, and the morals straight.
Even if someone around you is performing a choreography like a ballet rehearsal.
Frankly — the Bar Association should fight for a bit more space, so we’re not squeezed into table corners like we’re in a dentist’s waiting room.
AND THEN — THE JUDGE’S QUESTION THAT BELONGS IN THE ARCHIVES OF ABSURDITY
Category: “BELIEVE IT OR NOT”
The peak of absurdity — a question that left me speechless.
Nervous? Frustrated? Or just struck by the truth?
Visibly frustrated.
I don’t know whether by my proximity, or because I was not answering the way she wanted — though, I assume, she does not question people like that in her courtroom, expecting answers she prefers.
But it was obvious: truth was not her ally in that hearing room.
And yet, even in such an atmosphere, I must answer calmly, clearly, and professionally.
Then suddenly — out of the blue — Svetlana asks:
“Why didn’t you come to me? To ask me?”
I paused.
Stared.
Thought: Is she serious?
I couldn’t believe it.
She looked back, waiting.
So I answered:
“There was no need. I had your court rulings. You said — or rather wrote — everything there.”
Well, dear Svetlana,
even if I wanted to, how exactly was I supposed to ‘come to you’
when the courtroom door literally says:
“STRICTLY NO ENTRY WITHOUT CALL.”
Imagine me showing up at the court to “ask her something.”
I walk in, first door — sliding.
Second door — double, must be pushed or pulled.
Then the scanner — empty your pockets, pass through.
Two court policemen standing there:
“Where are you headed?”
What am I supposed to tell them?
“Going to Judge Svetlana.”
“For what purpose?”
“Well… just like that, to ask her something…?”
Would anyone let me in?
Of course not.
Does Judge Svetlana really think you enter a courtroom like a supermarket?
So there you have it: Svetlana has her own interpretation of judicial practice.
It’s not written in the law, but apparently it exists in her head.
The problem is when such “practice” governs people’s lives.
Tomorrow: It continues…
And trust me —
you will not believe what Judge Svetlana Stevanović asked me next.
I still can’t get over it.
🙂
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UVOD U FELJTON: SUD I JA – Svetlana Stevanović
