Motivation to tell this particular story is grounded in love, instinct and urgency. It speaks of family, loss and resilience, with points of access to the culture of Bosnia. To convey the idea of a country affected by war, there was a necessity for personal and intimate approach to the subject. The main characters became my grandparents, while my own memory gave context to the narrative. Within this structure there was room for personal, objective and political truth that shaped the experience of post-war Bosnia.

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In this story there are no bombs, no air sirens or shelters filled with people. This story captures the hidden moments of everyday life where the memories of past lives tend to thrive. It follows my grandparents as they spend yet another day in their home in Lukavac, Bosnia. Their interviews echo the mass number of people that are currently living their old age alone. As countless other families, my own was ripped apart after the civil war in Ex-Yugoslavia in the 1990s. We live our lives separated with oceans, mountains and human made borders, yet our love remains untouched and resilient. My intent is to share an insight to these experiences of home that have shaped Bosnians, including myself.  To tell this story properly,  I am convinced I had to arrive at exactly halfway point of my life with 20 years spent on each continent, 20 years in Europe and 20 years in the USA. At home and a stranger, everywhere and nowhere. 

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The complex nature of the narrative captured as a short film required flexibility in visual aesthetics. To indicate passing and separation of time, the story is depicted as animation and live action. The animation holds a memory from the past, while the live footage captures the present. This fusion of fiction and documentary genre of filmmaking is there to access the emotion and poetry of truth.