As the name of the event suggests, honest man Vinko was good in lying for the purposes of the competition or, as he often emphasized, he narrated the truth in a lying competition. Regardless of his apparent breach of competition rules, he remains alive forever in our memories, and this story is our tribute to him even though it can hardly measure up to his legacy.<\/p>\n
His laughter was contagious, and although he was winning titles year after year, he seemed to be rejoicing over and over again. No, he wasn’t looking forward to these earthly honours or material rewards, he was looking forward to your and our joy. Over time, he fell in love with that adrenaline rush when a cheering crowd of sympathizers, friends and family members sang together: “Curdusic is the world champion\u201c<\/em>.<\/p>\n And he was a true champion. The winner is easy to spot. While the other contestants made up two, three short stories throughout the year, the late Curdusic was making up a story after story, a pun after pun as he went along and even during the competition itself. He was a generous sort. He didn’t hide his tales jealously from others saving them for other occasions and other trophies, he wasn’t ‘quick on the trigger’ to permanently discourage his competition for his life, and it was not because he reached the pinnacle of life and perhaps felt he didn’t have much time left. He just loved laughing.<\/p>\n He laughed contagiously even when the legendary host of the ceremony and the late Ruler, now far back in 2006, invited the fake winner on stage in accord with their and the spirit of the competition. He was laughing with equal intensity when he was subsequently returned to the throne with the winner’s song and cheering from the crowd.<\/p>\n He easily won the liking even from neutral visitors. They simply felt that vibe, emotion, sense of belonging, togetherness, and nonchalance of the winner, and it is typical for humans to be on the winning side.<\/p>\n Like father, like son, this year’s winner, his son Marinko, continues a family tradition after his father’s death, not only by participating in this unusual event, but also by maintaining dominance. In this way, the role of the \u0160ari\u0107 family in popularizing the competition has been further strengthened.<\/p>\n We would like to thank him for all those moments when he made us happy and cheerful, for the many stories, puns, spoofs and jokes.<\/p>\n PRIPOVJETKA 1:<\/strong><\/p>\n Svidila se meni jedna cura Ru\u017ee, pa ja po\u0161’o k njoj. A ona meni ka\u017ee: ‘Vinko, kada upalim svi\u0107u na prozoru, ti do\u0111i.<\/em> A ako ne vidi\u0161 svi\u0107u da gori, zna\u010di da sam drugog naru\u010dila, pa ne dolazi da se ne bi pomlatili<\/em>‘. I tako jednu ve\u010der odlu\u010dio ja oti\u0107i do Ru\u017ee. Bila velika pomr\u010dina, ni\u0161ta se nije vidilo. Kad sam do\u0161’o do njezine ku\u0107e, \u010dujem ja kako kopa netko pijesak. I dok sam podig’o glavu da vidim gori li svi\u0107a, upade ja u nekakvu rupu. Po\u0111e me netko degenje\u010dit. Pa tu\u010dem ja njega, a tu\u010de i on mene, i tako dok nam nije dodijalo oboma. Vi\u010dem ja njemu: ‘Javi se, bolan, reci jesi to i ti po\u0161’o kod Ru\u017ee?!<\/em>‘ A on ne\u0107e da se javi, pa opet, udri \u0161akama, on mene, a ja njega. Kad odjednom, on se odma\u010de od mene, isko\u010di i tada se oglasi. Kad ja pogledah, a ono magare. Ispade da sam se tuk’o s magarcem. Ajd’ nema veze, mislim se u sebi. Iza\u0161’o ja, pa se i ja s njim oglasio. I onda sam pozv’o Ru\u017eu: ‘Ru\u017ee moja, evo ti do\u0161li prosci.<\/em>‘<\/p><\/blockquote>\n \u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n PRIPOVJETKA 2:<\/strong><\/p>\n Krenuli mi pijani iz svatova, pa se kasnije sitili da nismo na rastanku poljubili mladu, \u0161to je kod nas obi\u010daj. Kad tamo, ona legla, a mi zovemo da nam otvori kako bi je poljubili. Ona veli da nemere iza\u0107 jerbo se skinula za spavanje, pa da se more s nama izljubit kroz prozor. Pristali mi, pa ja krenem prvi i poljubim mladu u onom mra\u010dilu, onda je poljubi Pere, pa Jure. Kad smo krenuli nazad, ja velim:\u00a0 “Dobro ti je Matko razbuca mladu, jo\u0161 mi puna usta kose.”<\/em><\/p>\n – Issa ti draga, koliki su obrazi u mlade, a nema nosa nikako, <\/em>doda Pere.<\/p>\n – A smrdi joj, brte, iz usta ka iz guzice, <\/em>veli Jure.<\/p>\n I odma se sva trojica dositili \u0161ta smo ljubili. Bila be\u0107ar ta mlada pa nam kroz prozor izbacila golu stra\u017enjicu.<\/em><\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Five years ago, on 25 November 2014, our dear Vinko \u0160ari\u0107 \u0106urdu\u0161i\u0107 left us at the age of 79. Vinko was a seven-time champion and the most trophy-laden competitor of the event “Lie and Stay Alive”, a competition of honest people in telling lies, that is held every year at Hajdu\u010dke Vrleti. As the name […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":13000,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[57],"tags":[],"yoast_head":"\nHe was a generous sort<\/h6>\n
Champion, we’ll remember you for your jokes. <\/em><\/h6>\n
Rest in Peace!<\/em><\/h6>\n