Fiddler on the Roof, depicts a situation almost identical to the one that Bosniaks went through. Račinovici, a small town in Croatia, where I recorded this video, is situated across the river from Brezovo Polje where I was born. In 1992, Muslims from Brezovo Polje were taken by Serbian special force units to the Luka Brčko concentration camp, then to Batkovići near Bijeljina. Most of my family was there. Thanks to a couple of snapshots taken by a US official who had insisted on seeing the prisoners personally, my family survived. They were beaten, tortured, forced to work on private farms as slaves, their lives were threatened and their families were torn apart. My immediate family suffered years of house imprisonment and forced labour in occupied Grbavica, Sarajevo. Their lives were threatened on a daily basis for just one reason: they had Muslim names. I am not trying to compare the events in 1990’s Bosnia with the WWII Holocaust of the Jewish people in Europe. I am not competing with numbers, with the extent of the tragedy. I am comparing its essence, its motives and attitudes, its dynamics and its ideology. I am very aware of the extent and horrors of the WWII Holocaust. Almost the entire Sephardic and Ashkenazi community in Sarajevo disappeared during the Nazi puppet NDH (Independent State of Croatia) rule during WWII. My work commemorates and pays homage to their victims too. I use well known historical references and associations of the Jewish communities experience of intolerance in Christian Europe only to present our tragedy as part of the same problem; repetitive European need to redefine its identity by purifying itself of non European elements. I can only hope to make clear that the Bosniak and Jewish tragedy are not different problems of different nations in different moments in history but rather one and the same which remains to be recognised and defined by scholars.