the title suggests, a Belgrade love story that follows the whirlwind of emotions, memories and doubts of the main character. He was looking for the meaning of life and finding out answers in classic films, musical hits, with pills and passionate encounters with his beloved Rachel. In addition to the epilogue that already existed in the previous version, this one also contains a new one - Epilogue 2022, in which the author looks back on his work from a different perspective, while living in Los Angeles with a different life and makes some observations about contrasts of life between Serbia and the USA, about the past, the present and maturing... ... Instead of an afterword, the work also contains an emotional text about the artist Sasa Markovic - Mikrob (1959 - 2010), with whom the author was friends and who wrote a review for the first edition. Today he lives and works in Los Angeles, USA. Reception Teofil Pančić has commented about the novels Bensedin and … and I pretend everything is fine: Nastić is always "strong" - the reader can agree with him or not - when he publicly casts out personal demons (and I don't know anyone who does it in that way: non-calculative and rudely as he does), but it's not for throwing away even when write freely he sees and hears around him, things which irritates him or in any other way inspires him to comment, and this one varies from not very impressive post-adolescent angst and infantile defiantly "rightist" to really great observations that many conceited "society analysts" would sell the soul, only if they had it. The book is better partially than in full, but worth all the attention, because people like Radovan no longer grow here, and we will only feel the real lack of such people, when the dictatorship of uniform new generation young people completely prevails. And my favorite quote? Here it is: "I didn't look like an idiot at the time, but I was taking a run." Perfect! Mikrob in the preface to Rachel, a love story says: ... As for emotions, they are your specialty. A hero with a broken heart and a burnt brain that stumbles through the ruins of our world. You're the one ... In fact, this book only talks about love, unhappy, vague, undefined. As I understood it, there was nothing from that relationship in