Summary
Zijah A. Sokolović: An actor... is an actor... is an actor
I spent my life with actors, telling stories through them. The credibility of everything I did depended on their honesty, and I experienced all kinds of things with them, but only two managed to draw me into their game against my will. In Belgrade in 1975, in the vicinity of Atelje 212, it was chanted: "Soldiers!" I recognized the voice and, knowing what was coming next, sped up. But it caught up with me even louder: "Voooojničeeeee!" I stopped and looked to the other side, from where actor Bata Stojković waved me to come over.
The audience gathered in an instant. I crossed the street, stood in front of Bat, and he took out a thousand dinars from his wallet and theatrically shoved them into the pocket of my military overcoat. "Here, let it be found!" he said loudly. The people applauded, and he thanked them with a bow, waved at me and left down the street.
In Zagreb in 1979, in the basement hall at Trg žrtava fašizma, the actor Zijah A. Sokolović came on stage and started insulting me: "Why did you sit there, in the first row, as if you were some important person. Look, the stupidest always sit in the first rows. Nicely dressed, but stupid." The insults were followed by an outpouring of love, and then mockery for believing in love. And so in a circle, like in some ocean wave where you don't know what's up and what's down, what's reality, what's an illusion.
From the play An actor... is an actor... is an actor I came out dazed, with a strong desire to curse the mother of a man I don't know. Instead, I went to him and offered him a role in the film Just one kiss.
Rajko Grlić
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