Two young people are in innocent love. Love, and harmony. In this idyllic story, third person get involved. Seeking for piece of love. It would be a an everyday love drama, but if the two lovers are Serb and Albanian in the divided city, and the spokeswoman of KFOR wants Serbian, things really can...
Picture of most likely our greatest enemy but motivation as well - ego. Lonely, lost and confused, destructed and abused. How much we really know ourselves? How indeed we are capable to keep our love clear?
