A Wonderful Night in Split

As someone born and raised in Split, I have seldom had the pleasure of watching films set in my native city—and even rarer still have been the occasions when I witnessed their production firsthand. One such memory remains vivid: late autumn of 2003, standing a few blocks from Diocletian’s Palace, startled by sudden bursts of fireworks lighting up the ancient stone walls. At the time, it seemed an odd spectacle—unann…