I just found this amazing book, published in 1988. It's about the Bosnian writer Branko Ćopić. The author of this book was the impetus for my further reading literature written by Branko. In fact, he was a writer with whom i was introduced to literature as a child. He made me read more books. Now, when i'm a student of comparative literature and know much more than at that time, i'd like to bring back that feeling when, as a child, you simply read the book and dont't think so much. I want to once again feel the ease of child's mind. Once again i want to feel how it's not to think too much and just get lost in a fantasy world. Once again i want to feel how it's to be free.