From Istanbul, it was another couple of days drive through Bulgaria and the former Yugoslavia (where dad would years later work and receive an honorary ‘Gospodin’ medal) before arriving in Austria.
I had to add a bit of slo-mo and repetition to the film as I like this song so much, I hadn’t the heart to fade out (The kids are on High Street by Madrugada)
… and yes, we used to have (very safe) play fights with real knives and guns.
How did I end up the gentle pacifist I am? 
