The day comes when your children ask about your past as if you had fought in the trenches.

The day comes when an official letter inquires about your age and status, and pushes you toward retirement.

The day comes when your latest idea for a script doesn’t become a film.

The day comes when the new bank manager summons you to her office.

The day comes when you reminisce about meeting Elle during the war in Sarajevo.

The day comes when you start all your sentences with “Before.”

The day comes when time is running out on you; the children are growing, your parents declining.

The day comes when you meet a young woman who likes older men – older, married men.

Dramedy