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BELGRADE 1999

I was seventeen when NATO air strikes began over my city.

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While the world watched the conflict from a distance, daily life unfolded behind closed doors. Friends gathered, conversations continued, cigarettes were shared, and time seemed suspended between fear and routine.

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These photographs are not about destruction. They are about what remained invisible: the waiting, the uncertainty, and the resilience of ordinary lives.

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A testimony from the inside.

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An old door peephole
A young woman's face illuminated against a dark background
Two half-open windows
A young man looking directly at the camera, surrounded by other people
A young man resting his head on his arms
Black and white portrait of a young man in profile, illuminated by side lighting
A person in profile partially obscuring the face of another person looking at the camera
A young man raising his hand to hide his face from the camera
A cluttered table with cups, glasses, cigarettes and an ashtray
Person in a stairwell, photographed from above
Close-up of an old wrought-iron gate
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