I was born and have spent my whole life in the small Vojvodina town of Vrsac, only 200 meters from the Dr. Slavoljub Bakalovic Neuropsychiatric Hospital - the largest institution of its kind in our country. It was simply impossible to grow up and live in this town without noticing all the weird characters hanging around the park, the square, the bus station, and the center of town. We were spooked and alarmed by their presence, but our parents reassured us: these were patients from our local crazy house, but we need not fret, for the crazies wandering about the town were harmless and good natured, which is why the psychiatrists gave them leave. The really dangerous and aggressive ones were kept safely locked up in the closed wards of the local crazy house.

Years later, talking with the comic artists, musicians, writers and performers involved in our local underground art scene, I realized the tremendous effect our local loonies had had on our work in terms of bizarrenes and oddity. I guess, in a way, we accepted the existence and presence of lunacy as a fact of life, as something you just have to live with. All the same, when Stripburger contacted me to write the foreword to Madburger, I didn't feel quite comfortable with the idea. I wondered how come Katerina and Igor thought me to be the most competent to write the foreword. Do I really look look like such a crackpot ?? Feeling apprehensive about the heavy burden of responsibility I had assumed, I decided to seek expert counseling and who better qualified than my wife Natasha, who has spent 14 years as a nurse in the already mentioned Dr. Slavoljub Bakalovic Neuropsychiatric Hospital.

My first question to my esteemed expert counselor was: "How true is the myth that lunacy is an indispensable prerequisite for any sort of real creativity? Does an underground comic artist really have to be a bit crazy to be genuinely creative?" And nurse Nataša replied: "I think a lot of artists flirt with the idea of madness, not realizing that madness is a great tragedy for the person actually living it! Everyone who thinks being crazy is really cool should come to one of the closed psychiatric wards where I work to see our patients - people who have basically lost everything worth anything and are left with a life filled only with great pain and fear, which they cannot rid their minds of.You can't speak of any enlightened creativity here. I think their psychological distress, things that cause them great suffering and tear them up inside, are often misinterpreted as some sort of creativity by people from the so-called normal world. " To which my next question was: "So what do you think then of these normal people you've just mentioned?" And Natasa replied: "I think the worst of them! They are cynical profiteers exploiting someone else's misfortune - they make out their crazy artists to be some sort of supernaturally talented beings and heroes, only to profit from their genuine mental agony."

Together we carefully examined all the works included in the Madburger and concluded that this anthology is so bizarre, outlandish and just plain odd, it far surpasses all previous Stripburger anthologies. We believe it should be read only after careful preparation and with great concentration, for getting too involved in its content could lead to extraordinary phenomena including wild leaps of imagination, strange visions or even outright hallucinations, the diminishing and disintegration of the personality and other acute psychotic phenomena. Haha, I hope that didn't put you off! Some of the works you can see here are so convincing and vivid, one gets seriously worried about the future of their authors.

But seriously, my favorite definition of mental illness or madness (to be less politically correct) is the one that claims a mad person is not sick, he is just someone who is so overwhelmed by the contents of his subconscious he cannot control it. Another definition I find worth seriously considering is the anti-psychiatric definition whereby a mad person is really the product of a dysfunctional family and society, and the so-called normal individual is not really healthy, rather he is a pathetic machine automatically conforming to and fulfilling the norms of the ruling social order. By this definition a mad person is of course not healthy, but neither is a ‘normal’ one.

For me working in underground comics means being able to question and confront any norms and so-called truths freely and directly without submitting myself to any authority. In my view this anthology, by encompassing such a wide range of different ideas, visual and narrative styles, represents exactly that, taking the necessary step in the direction of examining the fundamental question of what is madness and what is normality.