In my humble opinion, countries – nations are a completely obsolete category. One has only to look at the rivers of refugees from Syria and Africa an… - Mira Furlan

People have the need to unite in camps, in groups, whether by religious, national, racial or class affiliation. When one looks from a slightly further, slightly higher perspective, one cannot help but notice that all these groupings are artificially fabricated, supposedly in the name of unity, but in fact in the name of division. And, as we may remember, the ancient Romans wisely said: "Divide and rule". While people are divided and exterminate each other because of this or that sentence in the Qur'an or the Bible, some others steal and steal everything they can get their hands on. I think that this fact, at least when it comes to "our" (mine certainly wasn't!) war in the nineties, is slowly reaching the brain of the so-called common man. But now it's too late: everything has already been sold out and resold and looted and devastated.

In this, but not only in this region, sexism in all its forms was the air we breathe, the water we drink, the food we eat. Everything, but all the pores of life were (and still are) deeply intertwined with sexism. My pre-war "case" itself is part of it. In the 1990s, women were (and remain) the most grateful targets of the newly awakened patriots. Maybe because no one, but no one at all, stood behind them, nor does anyone stand. No games, no back-to-back. Women were the easiest targets.

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.