Montenegro, a country without country. The country "the devil constantly enjoys". Stony sea and its warrior people. The destiny never worked for their benefit, but they never complained about it nor they reconciled with it. Civilisation, empires, and armies changed, dramatical historical events went one after another like years, and battles like days, conquerors unfurled their flags of different colours and symbols - from white crosses, golden lions, to crescents, Ottoman empire army, Venice Republic, Austro-Hungarian Monarchy, who came there crowned with a glory of a victor over the strong and powerful, but who returned with their heads bent. Montenegro - for centuries attacked, surrounded by many borders, where East and West, on one hand, and religions, and nations, on the other, were conflicted, but always independent. It bore Spartan-like warriors ready to endure any efforts and make any sacrifices, but to defend their freedom and their right to life, observing moral principles, which classified them within the most wonderful examples of human ethics and caused both admiration and respect by their friends and enemies. Courage was moral category for them. This is exactly why it often turned proud warriors into tragic persons. Life under special circumstances, in tribal and brotherly communities, the feeling of belonging to collective, created a special life and living ethics and philosophy. They considered themselves, both in their own eyes, and even more in the eyes of others, obligatory to defend others from themselves, but also themselves from the others. To maintain their own, brotherhood and tribe's virtue and honour. A wound of saber and gun was more easily forgiven than the one caused by words. It was more easily forgiven when caused by somebody else then by own people. Even the most harmless remark, the slightest irony, and not to mention an insult - made them react fiercely and immediately to it, but also to remember it until it is paid back, not equally, but even more strongly and impudently. The one who does not take revenge is not consecrated - this is what one was been telling from the cradle to the grave. The most common squabbles often turned into conflicts, while they turned into bloodshed, which sometimes lasted until - excavation and investigation. Revenge was the only means that could satisfy justice. Even the best people died, respectable brotherly and tribal men, guilty and innocent…
Only in front of common enemy did they forget their mutual clashes, debts, and avenges. Then, they were one. Both time and life, wise people and leaders, church and state heads, thought that "a hero is not the one who kills, but who forgives spilled blood". And, life scored a victory over death, future over past, good over evil, wisdom over emotions. An act of oath on bread and salt, child's cradle, cross, in front of the best men, brothers, and enemies, was respected, and it was as strong as people who took it…

THEATRE FORGAVE MONTENEGRO
Genuine indication of life awoke the audience. Why was this necessary to us? … Absolute harmony present at the scene for more than one hour indicated that not everything was said in the play, and that there was still some space for creative reminiscence on the topic of our notorious blood-sheding for and against ourselves. Eighteen scenes follow each other in front of hypnotised audience, avail from "vax figures" falls down, discovered past leads a new war, blood means both life and death, murder, trance abyss, reconciliation, forgiveness, and… museum linen from the beginning of the story. That's it. Peace and death occurred as one, we forgave them (or is it that they forgave us). And also to ourselves, and a victim and a suffer, and a happiness, and perhaps, theatre will finally forgive Montenegro!..I. Radulovic, "Glas Crnogor(a)ca"

TRAGIC STORY ABOUT "BLOODSHED FORGIVENESS"
… It seems as if both the performance author and actors succeeded to overcome words, and to, through movement - dance tell a tragic Montenegrian story about forgotten past, revenge, and "bloodshed forgiveness"…..Z. Ivanovic, "Publika"

… The moral of the performance is that heroism has got nothing to do with killing, but heroism is to forgive. Anyone may be a murderer, but only morally firm person may forgive. Mutual life in these Balkan places exposed to strong winds is certainly possible, if human norms are followed, if a person is actually a person… Suzana Marjanic, "Zarez"