"What is the window for a shop, it is the title for a book. And as the merchants would say, what is in the shop window, it is in the shop, too. Is that with Vasurda? I hear that you are asking questions and listening intently. There is, there is, I say, although I think there could have been more. I'm telling it to Karan primarily as a playwright. I saw in the book many places that, with a different approach, could have emphasized even more strongly the drama of a lonely and lost boy, who wanders through vast Kozara, trying to avoid enemy soldiers, but also rushes to meet them because of his famine and curiosity. The lost and lonely boy is constantly in the move. It's here now, it's there then, like some frightened roe deer that can't find peace, or security, for itself. Most of the space is given to his constant wandering, and that is understandable. But, why didn't he stop to take a break and listen to the song of birds, the sound of the breeze, to enter and surrender to the landscape, to that beautiful Kozara mountain?
By expressing my praises, even small remarks, as if vowed, I do not question about the objectiveness, which the novel absolutely has. But we have less benefit from praise, and more from criticism, so I stuck to this other side. "
VOJO BABIĆ on the novel "HOW I RECEIVED A LETTER FROM HITLER", 2004