The camera follows homeless Zoran who wanders through Belgrade in the evening. He tries to sell an icon, asks for a cigarette. The present is the way it is. Zoran laughs to the camera. Behind his smile, the lines around his eyes and the entourage of the homeless, the filmmaker unveils a human story, entangled in this part of Europe, entangled in all the rest. A couple of economics students cheerfully comment on the bleak macroeconomic situation. For them, Zoran is a good example for such deliberation. Zoran for Zoran: “Here we are... What I am. Who you are... Here I go again...”
read moreA chronology of isolation: in the autumn of 2011 Banja Koviljača had a population that included 1500 illegal immigrants, who were very conspicuous in the town. They used the small spa on the border with Bosnia and Herzegovina in western Serbia as an interim stopover on their way into the EU. But the town’s inhabitants, who had previously made good money renting out accommodation to the asylum-seekers, said “no” to the immigrants. In the spring of 2012, on the initiative of the citizens of Banja Koviljača, units of special police ensured that the town was freed of immigrants. In September the inhabitants celebrated their royal carnival amongst themselves. We see a sad performance with dancers dressed as cockerels: filmed as a farce about the spa culture, now saved from foreign influence. Then a melancholy journey through a wall of fog that isolates the town from the outside world.
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