Luka
Se lee en las Naciones Unidas la carta de una niña de Kosovo, dedicada a su padre desaparecido, en la que aborda públicamente la difícil vida de los serbios, especialmente de los niños serbios que viven en los enclaves.
One morning, a man wakes up and the only thing he does is crying. He cries as he has breakfast, he cries as he takes a shower, he cries even when he is waiting at a traffic light in his car and sees a mother with her child. A man crying. Then, suddenly, he slips a balaclava over his head and draws out a pistol...
