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The host, Željko "The Hyena" Horvat, had just finished a segment where he interviewed a psychic goat from a village near Zaječar. The goat had predicted the fall of three governments, two pop stars’ pregnancies, and the exact minute the pothole outside the National Assembly would be fixed. (So far, only the pregnancies were accurate.)

The screen cut to Maja, standing in a whirlwind of honking cars and stray dogs. “Željko, thank you. I am here with a man who claims he saw Elvis—not Presley, but Elvis from the caffe bar down the street—transform into a member of the European Parliament. Sir? Sir, your mustache is… moving.” tv uzivo balkaniyum

A chorus of “NO!” erupted.

Not because the show was good. But because, for a moment, Uživo —live—they were all confused, yelling, and laughing at the exact same absurd, impossible, wonderful thing. The host, Željko "The Hyena" Horvat, had just

Tonight, a caller from Mostar played a broken accordion that sounded like a cat falling down stairs. Željko gave it a 2/10. Fatima appeared. She sang of “the old bridge, now broken like this caller’s soul.” The caller sobbed. The goat from earlier wandered into the frame and ate the producer’s notes. “Željko, thank you

Željko, sensing a ratings goldmine, did something unprecedented. He stood up, ripped off his earpiece, and yelled into the main camera: “EVERYONE STOP. I AM COMING TO THE ROUNDABOUT IN SKOPJE. MAJA, HIDE THE MUSTACHE MAN. FATIMA, BRING THE GOAT. WE ARE SOLVING THIS LIVE .”

“We go now to our reporter, Maja, live from the most confusing roundabout in Skopje ,” Željko barked, his sweat glands working overtime under the studio lights.