I had a video group in Zenica once.

I had a video group in Zenica once. When I first walked that road from Dalmatia I was still inside myself, but somehow right outside me was war. Where I had come from was as complex a story as you would like to hear. Obviously conceivable as anyone or others story. What did I feel? I was walking in on my own dream. One of those fatal dreams; you can never remember the end. I knew the plane from my youth and those steps on the tarmac.