Zagreb became my home, my only hope, my light at the end of the tunnel, a wake-up call for all my sleeping desires.

In 2000 I warmed my freezing hands near the theater fire which was lit by “King Gordogain” and that flame completely changed my life – it made it fuller and framed it with illusion.

I would like to stay on the stage, I would like to love and cry, put my hands around the joy of my theater friends and disappear in that kinship, into the light only few can see.