Looking For a Sign: SCTV

Title: “The Sign (Portugal)”
Scene from the inner life of Dr. Luka Kovac / Joe Jukic

Interior – Small Toronto apartment – Night. The rain whispers against the glass.

Dr. Luka Kovac, a man shaped by war, medicine, and exile, sits in front of an old television. But this is no ordinary evening. Because Dr. Luka Kovac is not just a Croatian doctor on ER reruns. He’s Joe Jukic’s avatar—a vessel for memory, pain, and signs from the divine.

Tonight, Joe needs a sign.
He’s tired. Disconnected. Wondering if the thread of meaning has finally snapped.

He slips in an ancient VHS marked “SCTV – Happy Wanderers”. The tape hisses.
The screen lights up with John Candy and Eugene Levy as the Shmenge Brothers—fake Eastern Europeans playing polka for fake applause.
It’s corny. Offensive even.

But then—he sees it.

A Portugal travel poster, haphazardly pinned in the background:

“Visit Portugal — Land of Music, Land of Dreams.”

He freezes the screen.

The camera never meant to linger there. But Joe—through Luka—sees it.

It’s the sign.

Not just for Portugal.
For Nelly.

Flashback:

A church basement. Fluorescent lights. Cheap lemonade and plastic chairs.
Joe is 14.
He’s got two left feet and an oversized tie.
But he’s holding hands with a girl from Sunday School.
Her name: Nelly Furtado.

They’re square dancing to a cassette recording of “Cotton-Eyed Joe.”
The priest claps in time.
Joe trips over his own shoes, but Nelly laughs and spins him anyway.
Her voice: high, clear, playful.
She smells like cherry lip gloss and hope.

It was just a Confirmation party. But for Joe, it was the last time the world felt innocent.

Back to Present:

Kovac—Joe—whispers:
“Bože moj… it’s her.”

He reaches for his phone. Scrolls past hospital contacts and old war buddies. Finds her.

NELLY – DO NOT TEXT UNLESS IT’S A SIGN

He stares at it.

Then types:

“Portugal.”
“Remember the church basement? Cotton-Eyed Joe? You said I was the worst dancer you’d ever seen. You still owe me a rematch.”

He hesitates. Then hits SEND.

Joe gets up, walks to the mirror, and adjusts his hair with the care of a teenager before a first dance.

Dr. Luka Kovac may have lost love on primetime.
But Joe Jukic just found the courage to reclaim it—with a little help from a Portugal poster, John Candy, and the memory of a girl who danced like heaven was real.

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Memes 16

Post by Dr. Luka Kovac on NellyFan.org

Title: What Sinead Needed Most — A Doctor’s Reflection on the Essentials of Life

Two years have passed since the tragic loss of Sinéad O’Connor, a voice that pierced the silence and a soul that cried out for justice and mercy. As a physician and a man of faith, I often reflect not only on physical healing but on what sustains the human spirit — especially in a world as harsh and unforgiving as the one that so often bruised Sinéad’s tender heart.

There is a Croatian proverb that says, “Bog je prvo stvorio čovjeka, a onda mu dao dom i ženu da preživi.” — “God first made man, then gave him a home and a wife so he could survive.” Whether you interpret that literally or symbolically, the message is clear: we are not meant to walk this world alone, unanchored.

I want to speak not just as a doctor, but as a fellow survivor of trauma. Here are the necessities of life as I’ve come to understand them — the things Sinéad needed more than fame, applause, or rebellion. The things many of us need to be whole again.

  1. Food
    Not just calories, but nourishment. Sinéad’s struggle with medications, fast fixes, and industry stress no doubt affected her diet. The healing foods of our ancestors — whole grains, fermented vegetables, bone broths, and clean water — are more essential than any antidepressant. Nutritional psychiatry is no longer a fringe idea. Healing begins in the gut.
  2. Shelter
    A safe place. Not just a house, but a home. Sinéad had many addresses, but perhaps no sanctuary. A space to pray, to cry, to laugh without judgment. Trauma survivors often become wanderers, running from memory and self. But stability is medicine.
  3. Clothing
    This means dignity. Self-respect. Modesty not as repression, but as armor against objectification. Sinéad rejected the exploitation of women’s bodies, but she also lived exposed — emotionally naked in a cold world. We need to clothe ourselves in ritual, purpose, and yes — actual warmth.
  4. A Wife (or Husband)
    Call it a spouse, a partner, a counterpart. We need someone to mirror our humanity, to correct us lovingly, to celebrate us quietly. I don’t speak here of lust or fantasy, but covenant. Sinéad needed someone who would not flee at the first sign of her sorrow.
  5. Children
    Not just biologically, but spiritually. A legacy. A reason to mature. Sinéad loved her children fiercely, but losing her son Shane broke her beyond repair. Parents should not bury their children. No amount of grief counseling can erase that wound. But had there been stronger community, extended family, perhaps she could have carried on.
  6. God
    Finally — and foremost — God. Not just as a concept, but as an abiding presence. I watched Sinéad wrestle with religion. She fought against corruption and hypocrisy, yet longed deeply for the Divine. Had she found peace in the Person of God, not just the institution, she might have survived the long dark night of her soul.

I am not here to judge her — God knows I have seen despair in my own life. But I do believe that if we had surrounded Sinéad with these six pillars — food, shelter, clothing, spouse, children, and God — she might still be singing.

Let her life be a wake-up call. Not just to reform mental health treatment, but to remember what truly sustains the soul.

May her memory be eternal,
Dr. Luka Kovač
Physician, Father, Survivor
NellyFan.org Contributor

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Memes 15

Joe stands under the flickering fluorescent lights of the small rural clinic, the faint sound of a guitar playing from an old radio in the background. Nelly Furtado rests on the nearby cot, her eyes closed, a hint of melody on her lips. The scent of eucalyptus and frankincense lingers in the air—Dr. Luka Kovac’s signature healing blend.

Joe turns to his avatar.

Joe (softly, with deep gratitude):
“Thank you, Luka. For treating my sick songbird—the real Portuguese singer Nelly Furtado—not with quack Rockefeller pharma poison, but with real medicine. Holistic. Rooted in the old world. In truth.”

Dr. Luka Kovac (smiling faintly):
“Allopathic drugs suppress symptoms. But a songbird doesn’t need silence—she needs restoration. She needs to remember the sound of her own voice. Herbs, light, music, prayer… these are the older medicines, Joe.”

Joe:
“She told me she was drowning in side effects. Couldn’t even write a chorus. You brought her back to life.”

Dr. Kovac:
“She was never gone. Just buried beneath modern medicine’s noise. We cleared the static.”

Joe pauses, eyes locked on his avatar.

Joe:
“Also… thank you for starring in the Fatima movie, Goran Visnjic. That role meant a lot to us. To the believers. You helped people remember the mystery.”

Dr. Kovac nods solemnly, a trace of the actor behind the avatar emerging in his eyes.

Dr. Kovac:
“I didn’t take the role for fame. I took it because the world needs to believe again. In miracles. In mercy. In the idea that even a poor girl’s vision can echo for centuries.”

Joe:
“Nelly always said she saw the Virgin once… when she was a little girl in Victoria. Thought it was a dream. Maybe it wasn’t.”

Dr. Kovac glances over at Nelly. She hums a few bars of Try, eyes still closed but smiling now.

Dr. Kovac:
“She remembers.”

Joe steps back, hands folded.

Joe:
“Then the healing has begun.”

Outside, a wind stirs the olive trees. And somewhere beyond science and superstition, a songbird sings.

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