Osobe koje su zaplakale čuvši za smrt Mirjane Pukanić mogu se nabrojati prstima jedne ruke. Nitko neće organizirati komemoraciju, zasigurno. Bivši i sadašnji predsjednici, uvažene zastupnice i zastupnici – crème de la crème hrvatskoga društva – izostat će s posljednjeg ispraćaja. Mirjana Jusup Pukanić nije bila osoba koja nas je zadužila umjetničkim djelima, mudrim mislima ili dobrotvornim činima. Živjela je anonimno, osim nekoliko burnih mjeseci kada su se njome bavile hitne pomoći i policija, a mediji šutjeli ili iznosili tek mračne strane njezina života. Umrla je, logično, sama.
Still, we should think about it. How is it possible that a once extremely beautiful, above-averagely intelligent, and very wealthy person ends up abandoned by everyone – except for one friend who happened to be found too late and took pity on her. Why did a woman who could have had everything most of us only dream of – expensive things, travel, an exciting life, live unhappily and die miserably? Where and how do people lose their self-esteem and the will to live a life that can be called meaningful? Do we know this – do iPhones, social networks, nanotechnologies reveal this to us?
Will anyone wonder why, at one point, three ambulances arrived a day with the intention of taking her to a psychiatric hospital, and since her husband's death, while she was living completely alone, there was no need for any interventions?
Sustav je bio učinkovit – vožena je u bolnice, vezana za krevete, kljukana tabletama, zatim je razvedena protiv vlastite volje od mrtva supruga, pa prcesuirana za posjedovanje kokaina, državno odvjetništvo izdalo je priopćenje i utvrdilo kako nije bila žrtva obiteljskog nasilja…s druge strane, ostavinska rasprava nije pravo ni započela, a do danas isto to državno odvjetništvo nije utvrdilo tko je odgovoran za njezino prisilno odvođenje u Vrapče. I sad će sretno arhivirati spis i skinuti jednu brigu s vrata. Ako njih uopće išta tako efemerno brine.
I'm almost certain that she didn't find the strength or the will to write about her own life. And the lives of many people she occasionally met or learned about from her famous husband. Maybe it's for the best. Because it would only make us all sick, just as it made us sick who learned many things with her that are carefully hidden from the public. I used to curse the day they brought her to my door. And then left her without looking back. It wasn't easy with Mirjana, and we didn't know how to reach her and restore her will to live. And we somehow distanced ourselves from her because she only listened to herself and didn't trust our advice.
She was rich in money and things, but she actually had nothing of value. She died penniless at 40 m2Are we going to wave our hands once again and say – who is to blame?!
Maybe now she has finally found the peace she deserves.
Goodbye, Mirjana.
