There is a writer making a journey. It is a journey to Paris and Sarajevo. It is a journey between 1914 and 1994. It is a journey that follows the music. It is a journey that follows the needle around a record player. It is a journey that follows footsteps through history. The footsteps of Gavrilo Princip in the moment of shooting Franz Ferdinand. The footsteps of Maurice Ravel in composing Bolero in Paris. The footsteps of Torvill and Dean in dancing to it in Sarajevo. It is a journey that will stick to the tempo. it is a journey that takes place in different languages and different artforms and different voices and different countries. It is a journey that faces the problem and the beauty of the border. It is a journey that takes place in a theatre where war is always waiting in the wings. In 1928. In 1984. In 1994. In Paris. In Nottingham. In Sarajevo. It is a journey from Ravel fighting in a war caused by a gunshot in Sarajevo to Ravel writing Bolero. It is a journey from Torvill and Dean dancing to Bolero to the siege of the city that saw the stadium bombed. It is a journey between the First World War, the Winter Olympics and the Bosnian War. It is a journey between the rhythm of music and the rhythm of warfare. It is a journey that takes place between a man holding a gun in Sarajevo and a man holding a baton in Paris. Between an assassination starting a war and an orchestra starting to play. It is a journey that takes place to Bolero. It is a story about a writer making a journey.