Siniša Dugonjić

Serbia in the 1990s had an underground scene with different characters mingling, roaming around, walking and talking. They were comic book authors, serious hard core punk fans, relatively young writers, freedom fighters, as well as intellectuals, loud NGO or Christian activists, hobos and underground posers, and probably a couple of fakers and ego-maniacs, to be honest. Everyone wrote something, cut 'n' pasted 'n' copied, reviewed concerts of their own friends, draw comics, made collages and then xeroxed all that and forwarded by mail to as many people possible. In short, it was social networking. But in those days, before Internet, the name was: fanzine-making.

A punk rock Kafka story: the disabled Son buys an amp and a guitar. He meets a girl and starts a punk band with her. At the same time, the Father finds out he has lung cancer. Being brutally cynical, one could say that while Father is fading out in the other room, the son is playing him a punk lullaby. Sense of guilt and misunderstanding prepares the final conflict…

At the local cemetery, a zombie rises from its grave. There's a party going on at a house nearby, the sounds of which attract him. The party itself was boring and dull, until a zombie showed up.

Serbia in the 1990s had an underground scene with different characters mingling, roaming around, walking and talking. They were comic book authors, serious hard core punk fans, relatively young writers, freedom fighters, as well as intellectuals, loud NGO or Christian activists, hobos and underground posers, and probably a couple of fakers and ego-maniacs, to be honest. Everyone wrote something, cut 'n' pasted 'n' copied, reviewed concerts of their own friends, draw comics, made collages and then xeroxed all that and forwarded by mail to as many people possible. In short, it was social networking. But in those days, before Internet, the name was: fanzine-making.

Serbia in the 1990s had an underground scene with different characters mingling, roaming around, walking and talking. They were comic book authors, serious hard core punk fans, relatively young writers, freedom fighters, as well as intellectuals, loud NGO or Christian activists, hobos and underground posers, and probably a couple of fakers and ego-maniacs, to be honest. Everyone wrote something, cut 'n' pasted 'n' copied, reviewed concerts of their own friends, draw comics, made collages and then xeroxed all that and forwarded by mail to as many people possible. In short, it was social networking. But in those days, before Internet, the name was: fanzine-making.

A punk rock Kafka story: the disabled Son buys an amp and a guitar. He meets a girl and starts a punk band with her. At the same time, the Father finds out he has lung cancer. Being brutally cynical, one could say that while Father is fading out in the other room, the son is playing him a punk lullaby. Sense of guilt and misunderstanding prepares the final conflict…

At the local cemetery, a zombie rises from its grave. There's a party going on at a house nearby, the sounds of which attract him. The party itself was boring and dull, until a zombie showed up.

At the local cemetery, a zombie rises from its grave. There's a party going on at a house nearby, the sounds of which attract him. The party itself was boring and dull, until a zombie showed up.