Met with film director Danis Tanović yesterday morning. He introduced me to the five other members (there may be a few others) of his political party at their headquarters. Which, like all great political parties, is a sedate café. We didn't exactly hit it off at first, due to a misunderstanding on the telephone the evening before about just where to meet. I waited outside the whole while he was inside... Funny how things work out.
But, through numerous distractions and a sideline conversation about other things, he, one other, and myself ended up, as he said, "Discussing philosophy with this guy from North Carolina before 10 in the morning."
He said he didn't think he could help me with my work, even as the few incidents he spoke of were just the sort of thing that does indeed inform my work. Perceptions. Confusion. Lack of rational sense to any of it.
That's what this is all about. Forming so kind of narrative out of these bundles of chaos and confusion.
In the end, he did tell me that they meet most every morning at their campaign headquarters (my euphemism, not his), and that I was welcome to drop in again before leaving Sarajevo.
I think I will do just that.
Next entry, I may voice a few things about Višegrad. It seems to be where I entered Chapel Perilous; moved from the field around into the Palace... Certainly where my journey became metafiction (that is, beyond realistic belief), which, I suppose, is as it should be. Pararealism at the other side of the Bridge on the Drina.
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