I went to Bosnia after the war ended in 1996, when the Dayton Peace Accord was being implemented. Bosnia had been divided in two entities, which separated the two main opposing forces of the conflict-Serb Bosnians and Muslim Bosnians. Two years later, in 1998, I returned to Bosnia. It was not just a mantle of snow that had fallen over Bosnia; it was also a mantle of silence, broken only apparently by the chant of the muezzins. The images of this first trip were marked by the urgency that was still being experienced, a time more dominated by clamor than by words. I could not break through the silence of my second journey or the clamor of the first, although at the end of each day′s filming my voice was speaking the words from the diaries I had written in Bosnia. For one simple reason: I am an outsider. I didn′t live through what happened. This movie is a diary of the two voyages, in which I deal with the memories of the war, the death and destruction, and with the struggle of victims who don′t know how to return home.