Our Children

A young family from the province moves into the ground floor of a quiet building in Zagreb and with their lifestyle and behavior disrupts the idyllic atmosphere that reigned in that neighborhood until then. All attempts by the natives to bring them into order are unsuccessful, so they hatch a conspiracy. But their revenge will have serious consequences...

Old houses in Zagreb are destroyed in order to build new, bigger blocks. A teacher who lives in one of these houses allows a stranger to share his home with him. The stranger has a fascination with statistics, and claims he can predict crimes based on statistical analyses. When a predicted murder did not occur, the stranger is adamant that the whole town will suffer unless a balance is achieved - and he leaves.

Autobiographic story about author Silvestar Kolbas, his childhood, family and war in Croatia in 1991. which deeply touched and changed his life.

Agrokor is the largest privately owned company in Croatia and a symbol of modern-day success of Croatian economy. The corporation headquarters is located in the tower of Dražen Petrović House, popularly known as the Cibona Tower, which represents one of the symbols of previous Croatian achievements from the late socialist period. In 2017 Agrokor’s business problems are disclosed – the losses amount to billions. In collusion between politics and economy, who is responsible for the breakdown of this corporation? Today Agrokor’s sign no longer hangs from the Cibona Tower.

This is a story about a painting portraying a fake political event: on a large-scale oil on canvas Balkan emigrants in Berlin are signing a peace treaty. The are posing to the famous Croatian painter Lovro Artuković, who assigned them the roles of presidents of the until recently waring Balkan countries. There are also UN mediators and international observers, advisors and border designers - 22 people, nine nationalities, all posing for Lovro's canvas, healing war traumas as they do it. This is a story about the making of a painting, about people who refused to go to war, about free-spirited Berlin.

Among the ruins of the cinema of my childhood, I found the remains of a film tape with pieces of films produced by the former state. Decay gave the tape a new quality and created a new aesthetic. The tape has found its way to its audience again. But nothing is the same.