Mira Popović tells us stories of her childhood, love stories, and pure fantaisies which take a different view of the everyday. This collection vigorously unites burlesque, tenderness and humour.

A great voice of Serbian literature to be discovered.

We meet a man fascinated by a pair of subtle grey-black shoes, as well as a pitcher patterned with kitsch flowers and despised by a whole family, which is nevertheless stolen by a thief. There is even an apparently useless key which the author decides to put into her test so to throw it away.

Childhood memories float to the surface during a meeting or a situation. Such as the deaf-mute boy from her village in Serbia who was run over because he did not hear the horn of a truck going helle for leather towards him; or the woman who, on a drive through Paris, is fixated by the back of the taxi driver’s neck because it reminds her of her lover. She asks the driver not to turn around to prolong the pleasure of this ambiguity and imagine that the couple’s dream trip to Paris has indeed become reality.

Mira Popović latches onto the beings and objects spawned by our existences. She pulls surprisingly bright and enigmatic stories out of their apparent banality.