1.0SarajevoFest.comhttps://sarajevofest.com/en/ismarhttps://sarajevofest.com/en/author/ismar/rich600338<blockquote class="wp-embedded-content" data-secret="ApvFz1j5n9"><a href="https://sarajevofest.com/en/events/smrt-u-dubrovniku/">Death in Dubrovnik</a></blockquote><iframe sandbox="allow-scripts" security="restricted" src="https://sarajevofest.com/en/events/smrt-u-dubrovniku/embed/#?secret=ApvFz1j5n9" width="600" height="338" title="“Death in Dubrovnik” — SarajevoFest.com" data-secret="ApvFz1j5n9" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" class="wp-embedded-content"></iframe><script> /*! This file is auto-generated */ !function(d,l){"use strict";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&"undefined"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!/[^a-zA-Z0-9]/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),c=new RegExp("^https?:$","i"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display="none";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute("style"),"height"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):"link"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute("src")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener("message",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener("DOMContentLoaded",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll("iframe.wp-embedded-content"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute("data-secret"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+="#?secret="+t,e.setAttribute("data-secret",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:"ready",secret:t},"*")},!1)))}(window,document); //# sourceURL=https://sarajevofest.com/wp/wp-includes/js/wp-embed.min.js </script> https://sarajevofest.com/app/uploads/2026/06/2024-06-3412.jpg20481363Director’s note I was born in Kotor in 1970. My mother studied in Dubrovnik and did an internship in Boka Bay. My father returned to his family after graduating from college in Belgrade and got a job. A Croatian and a Montenegrin fell in love. I can say, without fear of a cliché, that I … Continued