I had a pair of ray bans because I used to drive 600 kilometers a day over the Balkans. They were gone stolen in Dalmacia. 100 DEM Split UNPROFOR Base. There within my grasp 40 pair. As I day dreamed of those trees growing along the road as I circled; we were interrupted.
A very proud young man pointed to his car and informed us that he had driven his car the entire war. In one image amazing made it through all those hard times.
In another image he drove that car through the entire war and was now employed as was I to do something. We all waited on the corner. "Where did you get gas from?" We went back to our activities; we were uninterrupted.
I did not know, but was told. People carried furniture all day and night for food. On some strange corners people had gas to burn. There was no debate; he was found out and no longer proud.
It's a funny story I assure you, but has only begun. It's a moment in the real.
We were shooting the bread line massacre. The last scene I could do.
Made the trip to Trogir and the continuity person was the only person to notice. I still feel sorry I took that from her. Ran into them on the way to Macedonia at the airport in Split; where the casting director first invited me to a nicer part of Sarajevo then I knew existed. You'd be surprised what is wound in those hills.
Best part was being a featured extra. Got the good lunch. Had gas to burn.
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