The chain reactions of a phenomenon called the Balkans. A powder keg that could ignite at any moment.

In the case of Dukovski's work, it explodes into small scenes of violence and violent emotional outbursts, black humor, and painful lyricism from a world seeking identity and reasons against the absurdity of reality.

The anxiety as well as the sarcasm towards the "historical developments" are recorded at the level of a relay race of personal relationships, with the baton being the enormous scream of the person whose dreams have been shattered by History.