Wilhelm
by Lidija Pavlovic-Grgic
'From the age of ten, and until she was fifteen, Mira dreamt the very same dream almost every night. Once she had exhausted her days with study and games, she would nod off and go to a big black island surrounded by stagnant water and decay. There was nothing on that ghostly piece of land, apart from metallic oak trees, their tops full of mature, glistening acorns and sharp stones.'