Katarina Bulajić

Daniel receives a mysterious letter about his wife killer. Daniel roams on killing spree, only to discover that the much more powerful forces are in play.

The story about Vidosava Vida Bulajic, the exculpated prisoner from the political prison of Goli Otok (Yugoslavia). Is the fight for ideals a virtue or a tool of manipulation?

Uroš Tošković, one of the best draftsmen of all times, a man who merged art and reality, talks about his childhood, growing up and events that influenced him, his way of life and his creative work. He refuses to recognize imposed rules – he is a free man.

The daughter's first birthday, and everything has to be perfect: the dresses fit, the garden gleams. But behind the façade, things are crumbling. For weeks, Ana has planned this party as if it could save her from her own exhaustion. A feminist commentary on the patriarchal conventions of the new-old upper class: as neatly pressed on the outside as it is sour-tempered underneath.

The story about Vidosava Vida Bulajic, the exculpated prisoner from the political prison of Goli Otok (Yugoslavia). Is the fight for ideals a virtue or a tool of manipulation?

Uroš Tošković, one of the best draftsmen of all times, a man who merged art and reality, talks about his childhood, growing up and events that influenced him, his way of life and his creative work. He refuses to recognize imposed rules – he is a free man.

The daughter's first birthday, and everything has to be perfect: the dresses fit, the garden gleams. But behind the façade, things are crumbling. For weeks, Ana has planned this party as if it could save her from her own exhaustion. A feminist commentary on the patriarchal conventions of the new-old upper class: as neatly pressed on the outside as it is sour-tempered underneath.

The daughter's first birthday, and everything has to be perfect: the dresses fit, the garden gleams. But behind the façade, things are crumbling. For weeks, Ana has planned this party as if it could save her from her own exhaustion. A feminist commentary on the patriarchal conventions of the new-old upper class: as neatly pressed on the outside as it is sour-tempered underneath.