THE STORY
KEPT
TRAVELLING.
Ado Hasanović
My Father’s Diaries was released in Italian cinemas in April 2025, after its world premiere at Visions du Réel, and screenings at the Sarajevo Film Festival, the Trieste Film Festival, the MedFilm Festival, and many other places across Europe. Then it reached New York City, and from there it kept traveling, carrying with it my father’s voice and the voice of my homeland.
After so many screenings, awards, and encounters, I’ve realized that the most precious part is not the recognition, but the people. Each time I speak with someone after a screening, a sincere space opens up — a space where pain becomes connection.
Returning in my mind to Glogova, my village, and to the towns where I grew up — Bratunac and Srebrenica — was not easy. Yet it was there that I learned memory is not only about remembering: it’s about living.
This film has been a form of healing for me. And when I see it touching the hearts of those who watch it, I understand that my story no longer belongs only to me — it also belongs to those who welcome it in silence, in the dark of a cinema, before the light of a screen.





