My favourite age was 16. I lived in a beautiful town on four rivers, I had a lot of friends, we had a lot of fun. And we lived in country that will never ever be in the war. But, also, maybe somewhere deep inside we already knew. So, summer of 1991, last summer in peace, was absolutely unbeliavable. "Those were the best days of my life" says, I think, Brian Adams in one song. Those were the best days of my life too. And last days of peace that will never ever come again. No, it's not sad. It's just how it is. When war ended, when my town was liberated, we had a greatest party ever - all town was on streets, everybody was smiling, having fun, and much later, when older people left home, we stayed on streets...with guitars, campfires...girls were never that beautiful as they were that night...boys were never that nice as they were that night...next morning, it was summer again...I was sitting in a caffe in central Karlovac park and I just knew that peace will never come again. Not for us. My daughter was born and she lives in peace. And it's a perfect peace for her. But it's not the peace I used to know once upon a time.
And with years...you forget that some people were trying to kill you. You don't forget actually...just, you more often remember them as those kids, sometimes they are killers, but sometimes they are your best childhood friends again...and you put them in street soccer games, first beers, first girlfriends, long summer nights when you talk about things that are most important in the world when you are 16....
Yeah, 16 was best.
Damn, I was long again.
My favourite sitcom...hm...although I generally prefer British humor, I would have to choose Seinfeld. Or tie between Seinfeld and Monthy Python's flying circus. And one Bosnian sitcom called "Top list of nadrealists" which no one of you heard of