Untold stories are like a birthday cake in terms of appearance and content, which, with the red color of its cover and the corkscrew on the cover, is associated with wine, probably Istrian. It is all this, rich in ingredients, spices, grains that, like chili peppers, are neither harmless nor small at all, intoxicates and relaxes, unclogs above all, deposits, paths, human channels clogged with opportunism, nationalism, mediocrity, wickedness, superficiality and vanity.
Untold stories have managed to do what few manage to do, to combine a lot of seemingly contradictory things, a short expression, memory, information, lesson, ease of reading, text expression, novel, the weight of human characterlessness, casualness and encyclopedia. There are at least two reasons for this, the writer has a lot to say, he loves people and life and knows how to transfer that love to us. We will feel it, but we will call it differently, interesting, anecdotal, drama, suspense, wisdom, gentleness.
Life is much more than peace, war, all possible determinants that a person can come up with, it is a great stage of stories told, untold, this knowledge is a consolation if we open ourselves to it.
Written as a lexicon of film terms, the book, like a movie knife, opens a view of decades and even centuries behind us. Until we perceive it as historical, it takes us with it, holds our hand, it takes care of us.