In this novel in the difficult everyday life of war, are strongly intertwined (horizontally) everyday life and (vertically) memories. At the intersection of these roads, actually in the emotional world of the protagonist, grows a completely unusual and utterly dramatic story. The author of the novel is primarily interested in life in the war occupied Sarajevo and nearby Vareš, the author’s birthplace, in Bosnia and Herzegovina throughout, until everything loses its aura of “patriotic (and every other) rapture” and becomes a bleached naked reality in which and about no one has any more illusions. The novel is strongly grounded in the actual facts of the bloody war, as well as in the mythical-irrational and nostalgic-emotional dimension of memories from which a great family saga grows, in which the difference between fiction and fact is seldom lost. So the story shows that in an amazing way, some of the earlier experiences, some of the earlier histories, that life is played out with human destinies, and that at last every bloody living reality is irreversibly moved from the factual to the irrational.