Srđan Šipka

Where does tolerance reside? Where does individual end and collective begin? And who claims the privilege to grant or deny rights?

It's cold up on Mount Manjaca. "In the winter it snows, there's nowhere to go," says the central figure in Celebration. "We have to wait until someone comes to clear the road. Sometimes they come, and sometimes they don't." He diligently ploughs the knee-high snowdrifts as the wind howls at his ears.