I entered the Nana club with my students Branka Katic and Dara Šuković and my friend Andrej Popović, which was located not far from the apartment of Lenka's parents where I lived at the time. Previously, that evening on May 27, 1992, we celebrated the birth of my daughter Nina at the Writers' Club. There were three of them, young people. As soon as we entered, they immediately started throwing insults at me and saying "traitor one Serb", "go to Tudjman", they cursed my mother and so on. I reached the bar; I knew the guy behind him because he used to work in Šeher. He immediately told me that they were drunk and armed and asked me to leave. We had just finished our drinks when a shot rang out above my head - the bullet hit the ceiling. I turned around and saw the two men holding the hand of the young man who had shot. He was drunk. The only door was next to them and we had to go through there. I told Branka "just take it easy without fear". While we were passing by them, the one who was shooting threw it at me, whispering: "Rade, fuck your mother..." We went out. I got in the car, came home - it was three hundred meters away - poured whiskey and only then my knees buckled; only when the adrenaline subsided did I realize what had happened.

Ljuba Tadić later found out that the young man who shot was from my area, from Lika. Who knows what he felt at that moment and what was going on in his head and why I was not a good enough Ličan, a good enough Serb for him. But how could it be otherwise? Because I spoke out against the war in Sarajevo at the time, and in Belgrade, in the television news, they showed a picture of me saying something and said: "Rade Šerbedžija always said that he could not choose a side and that he would not choose one; it seems that Šerbedžija is now chose the Muslim side". And in Zagreb, in the newspaper, at the same time, on the same day, they showed the same picture and said: "This is the last attempt of Šerbedžija to save Yugoslavia." And what to say to that young man at that hour when he is watching state television saying that, who mounts it? Today, I would like to have a drink with that guy, maybe we would hug and kiss, maybe now he realizes - and he probably did - that I was right.