In terms of how it all started, there are too many different versions. Was the inspiration Tito (poetry night at the Pavarotti Center) or Aleksa Santic (a couch in Mladi Most). Or maybe the surface of the table in "Fjaka"? However, there is one thesis and almost everyone agrees with it: that the "Alternative Institute" and "Kolaps" are children of a Polish father and beer mother. The Polish father was not Andy Warhol. These people were Marko, Nedim, Meša, and a few more lost souls: Arma, Mili, Toca, Ilvana (Hi Ilvana!). What do we need Lou or Patti for?! Yes, that's right - we often felt like on this picture to the left or like in "The life of a Bohemian" by Kaurasmak. We argued about who's better or worse: Bukowski, Miller, Cišic or Szopa. Some sort of Satanist was there, he stole my Iggy Pop CD. We filled our heart like ashtrays - and some girl kept emptying them… We dreamt of Paris and Barcelona. We wrote. We read. Many pages. On each page. Once Marko attacked me with a knife, fuck it, it was morning. The night before we had a strange situation, him, me, Mehmed, Džana, Nedim, Šejla, all of us in a room and nothing was happening…