Lara showed the sheet music to her professor, an old man named Dr. Kovač who had studied in Vienna before the war. He adjusted his glasses, stared at the manuscript for a long time, and then turned pale.
Ostavi trag. Leave a trace. Not a mark on a map. A mark on the soul. ostavi trag sheet music
Lara fled Sarajevo with her family in a convoy of rattling buses. She took only two things: her mother’s wool coat and the sheet music. In a refugee camp outside Split, she found a broken harmonium in a church basement. She played Ostavi Trag for the other refugees — tired men, hollow-eyed women, children who had forgotten how to laugh. And something happened. Lara showed the sheet music to her professor,