BE WATER, MY FRIEND Damir stood first in the line that wrapped around Kino Kozara like a serpent. The master, the immortal Bruce Lee, was in town. It was the opening night, Dragon night—the spirit of the impossible. At last, Enter the Dragon was about to play in our tiny theater with yellow walls coveredContinue reading “BE WATER, MY FRIEND. Fiction by Edvin Subašić”