18 Kilometer bis Ljubljana

Life is a Sunday afternoon, as Radovan would say. Long and boring, and it ends badly. Reluctantly, Marko returns to his old homeland. In Fuzine, the suburb of Ljubljana, nothing is as it used to be. People no longer hang out in tracksuits in front of the block. The youth no longer vandalize elevators and now look like well-behaved clones. He no longer belongs here and feels like an alien. His friends are junkies or have converted to Islam, his father has a tumor and pretends he doesn’t care. After ten years in the Bosnian countryside with his grandparents and an unhappy love for a wild Muslim girl, he tries to find his place where he has never felt at home.