I look at the stars. It's a clear night and the Milky Way seems so near. That's where I'll be going soon. "We're all star stuff', I suddenly remember… - Mira Furlan

It's hard to start over, it's hard to make cuts, it's hard to lose friends and tear the fabric of your life. Emigration makes one feel as if one has been launched into an empty space and is now floating aimlessly on it. And on the other hand, it is, of course, a big, interesting adventure, trying out oneself in another language, in another space, gathering experiences that are not given to others, it is in a way conquering freedom. The freedom we strive for, but which is infinitely difficult and tiring.

I can't agree to war in my mind as the only solution, I can't force myself to hate, I can't believe that weapons, killing, revenge, hatred, that the accumulation of evil will ever be able to solve anything... The punishment prepared for me by my city, my only city, and my theater, i.e. I don't think I deserved the only theater that I considered my own, the punishment they prepared for me, because I did what I think should always be done: believing in people and in our profession, which must unite people, not separate them... Regardless of whether we live in one, five or fifty countries, let us not forget about people, about each one individually, regardless of which side of this Wall of ours the person in question finds himself on... I am sending this letter into the void, into the darkness, not knowing who will read it and how, or in what way it can be abused. It will probably serve as a dam for the eternally hungry propaganda beast. Maybe someone will read it with a pure heart. I will be grateful to such a man.

Rulers try to keep their subjects in the belief that they have no choice but to do so. And what if they do? What if it is still possible to make a choice in a situation in which there is supposedly no choice? This very idea is dangerous to the system and therefore subversive. But this very thought is the path to freedom.