J’ai eu spontanément quelques conversations personnelles assez intenses au sujet de la guerre civile. Cette question est constamment sous jacente, on entend souvent «avant…après…» a propos de toutes sortes d’aspect de la vie quotidienne. C’est un os triste que tout le monde a dans la gorge et qui ne passe pas. Regardant les gens dans la rue, je ne pouvais m’empêcher de penser que tous portent un fardeau personnel et collectif dont ils ne savent comment se défaire. Ça me rappelait ma visite au Liban de 2007.

Today, I leave Banja Luka heading to Berlin. It is a small, young festival with limited ressources (it is a part of Europe that is not especially rich), but as is often in cases like this, what dominates is goodwill and kindness, which is priceless. The relationship with my colleages of the jury were harmonious and friendly. The weather was not very good but nevetheless it was a wonderfull week. Thanks to Goran, Dagrana and the all others.

I had a few spontaneous personnal conversations quite intense about the civil war. This question is everywhere under the surface, about many subjects of daily life you hear « before…after…». It is a sad bone that is in everyone’s throath and it seems impossible to get rid of it. In the streets, I could not help thinking that every person carries a personnal and collective burden. It reminds me my visit to Lebanon in 2007.