The year is 1965, and the smell of roasted coffee and "Morava" cigarettes fills a small apartment in Belgrade. Dragan, a quiet linguistics student with a love for the Wild West, sits hunched over a flickering 16mm film projector.
Should we focus on a (like the first meeting with Old Shatterhand)? Winnetou subtitles Serbian
"Mein Bruder," says Old Shatterhand on screen.Dragan pauses. Moj brate? No, too simple. Krvni brate? Better. The year is 1965, and the smell of