It’s cold in Germany, but in Bosnia, it’s colder in Bosnia, but it’s not the weather. The green expanse of this country stings in all its colors. It burns when you try to see further, so you often have the view down.

It should have been a hunt. For this purpose, one has laid in wait, secretly met with informants in dark corners, or tried to call Radovan Karadžić’s daughter in the Republika Srpska Parlament. Her number is even in the phone book. That was the plan. At the end of their trip through Bosnia, Vernesa Berbo, Moritz Sauer and Stephanie Zurstegge had not spoken to the children of war criminals of the 1992-1995 Bosnian War after all. On their trip in the fall of 2017, they listened to “normal” people, survivors of the conflict, because “other” normal people, the perpetrators, unfortunately do not talk to you. In HAUPTSACHE SIE SCHIESSEN NICHT (Samo da ne pucaju) they gather voices of the war and the country that came out of it. What do guilt, revenge and atonement mean to Bosnians? Although no one likes to be a victim in the present, many would like to have been victims in the past. When and how is it possible, necessary and right to talk about what we have experienced, and – how do I tell my children? What remains true when one creates oneself and others through stories and not through facts?