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Director's Statement
SNOW, my first feature film, was a story about a group of women whose male family members had been killed in war-time massacres in eastern Bosnia. It followed their struggle to survive in 1997, the immediate post-war period. While working on SNOW, we talked a lot about something we called the ‘Bosnian dream’. At that time, we had a dream and we believed in the reconstruction of our society. When I was contemplating what my second feature film could be about, I was trying to find out what kind of a society we live in today, what has changed since the time we worked on SNOW. I realised that we do not believe in the reconstruction of our society anymore and that we have replaced dreams with memories. I noticed that when my friends and I start to talk about the war, we suddenly become passionate and lively. Reflecting on how we remember the war and how we talk about it, I started to wonder whether it was the only period of our life when we had truly lived. I wonder if our life during the war was really better than our life today or if it just feels that way because the war is something that we have left behind. Were people really more humane in the most difficult period in the history of our city or did it just feel that way because we were all equally miserable? And what about those of us who have no recollection of what my generation refers to as “normal (pre-war) life”? What about those whose understanding of the world is based on “the time out of joint”?