In a post-modern war like that in Bosnia, there are two places to lie low to avoid harm: in the army, since the victims tend to be civilians, and in the shelter of government buildings where, curiously, the bombs only fall when they are empty. To be avoided, the civilian camps. Those who lose each other, search for each other, sometimes meet up again. Sometimes, in order to die together under the neon of the advertisements to the glory of the vultures of reconstruction. The company of children is no longer recommended: everything is taken from them, their parents, their childhood,... And the blue rabbit, their ravished dream.