In his monologue, war veteran Donald Meerbach jumps from anecdote to anecdote. Over mines, past snipers, right into a Parisian hospital. But Donald also tells of the happy postwar period: He starts a family and leads a profitable company. And yet, slowly, he comes to realise that the city he inhabits no longer feels like his. One of the main protagonists of this bittersweet novel is language itself, soaked in the peculiar Sarajevo dialect, peppered with wordplay and other witticisms.