Nenad Miković

'Igła" (The needle) is a former prisoner who seen the Blessed Virgin. He survived the conversion and wants to save people. In his quest to Warsaw meets the following characters: Martin - shy businessman and a victim of bullying, Lucy - working in a sex shop dreamer, Filip - a teenager who wants to get out of his native village, Jurek - embittered alcoholic who lost their lives and Monica - corporate single girl. Each of them is lonely, alienated - and each is at the threshold of a kind of awakening.

Picture of most likely our greatest enemy but motivation as well - ego. Lonely, lost and confused, destructed and abused. How much we really know ourselves? How indeed we are capable to keep our love clear?

'Igła" (The needle) is a former prisoner who seen the Blessed Virgin. He survived the conversion and wants to save people. In his quest to Warsaw meets the following characters: Martin - shy businessman and a victim of bullying, Lucy - working in a sex shop dreamer, Filip - a teenager who wants to get out of his native village, Jurek - embittered alcoholic who lost their lives and Monica - corporate single girl. Each of them is lonely, alienated - and each is at the threshold of a kind of awakening.

'Igła" (The needle) is a former prisoner who seen the Blessed Virgin. He survived the conversion and wants to save people. In his quest to Warsaw meets the following characters: Martin - shy businessman and a victim of bullying, Lucy - working in a sex shop dreamer, Filip - a teenager who wants to get out of his native village, Jurek - embittered alcoholic who lost their lives and Monica - corporate single girl. Each of them is lonely, alienated - and each is at the threshold of a kind of awakening.

Picture of most likely our greatest enemy but motivation as well - ego. Lonely, lost and confused, destructed and abused. How much we really know ourselves? How indeed we are capable to keep our love clear?

Picture of most likely our greatest enemy but motivation as well - ego. Lonely, lost and confused, destructed and abused. How much we really know ourselves? How indeed we are capable to keep our love clear?