The Cold War has flamed up immensely, to the point of real war. Tanks are lined up in the borders, but that was some weeks ago. The war is now going towards western favor.

The sun is roaring up in the sky, fully ascended with the clouds long gone, but some are in the horizon. No signs of the moon is visible as the sun gives its powerful summer heat. Amidst the warmth, the Shtokavian winds are blowing quite gently...

But... In one of the before captured parts of western Yugoslavia, is a girl, sitting against an oak tree. She's hiding from the sunlight even if she's used to them back in Italy. She doesn't look around for potential danger, and she closes her eyes. Not for sleep, but for light resting. She has never been in Yugoslavia, or at least in Croatia or Bosnia, but she has heard about the cities in the two countries.