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

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.

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.

The concept of Yugo-nostalgia has worn out and worn out so much that it no longer has any meaning for me. I'm not nostalgic for my own youth either, in fact, it seems to me that I'm calmer and happier now than in my youth, so how could I be for a country that everyone gave up so easily that it seems as if it didn't exist, but we only dreamed of it. Disappointment? It depends on what one expects. In expecting people to show courage, you have no choice but to be disappointed. Maybe this courage should not be expected, maybe nothing should be expected. Intensive rehabilitation of the Ustasha (Croatian, fascist and ultranationalist organization active, as one organization, between 1929 and 1945) has been on the scene since 1991. None of the politicians seriously distanced themselves from such a policy, no one had the courage to do so, neither the right nor those who would consider themselves left-wing. Over the years, the position has been cemented that true Croatian patriotism not only tolerates the Ustasha, but that the Ustasha is actually a constituent part of it. This is a slap in the face to all Croatian anti-fascists, such as my dad, for example.