Je li jasno, prijatelju?

In 1981, on the day Martin Pavlović turned twenty-nine, he committed a murder and was sentenced to twelve years in prison. He found himself in one of the most dangerous lockups in the former Yugoslavia. Those who ended up there – and it really was the end for many, regardless of the seriousness of their offence – became just more bodies among tortured multitudes. Only political prisoners had it worse. Martin had suspected for a long time that events on that fateful night had actually happened differently. But only after he’d long been in prison did he find out the truth. He was to have been the victim that night in the Casablanca bar. The defence lawyer assigned to him did nothing. Who cares about a witness to lawlessness and corruption in the penal and judicial systems? Years went by and Martin and a fellow prisoner succeeded in provoking a riot. While the government had promised them protection both paid for it with their lives. (Karlovy Vary International Film Festival)