“Albanians thought I was Montenegrin/Montenegrins thought I was Albanian…French think I am one of their own,” declares Aleksander Duravcevic, representing the Montenegrin Pavilion. Misplaced and stereotyped, the artist seems to say that he is accepted only on the basis of misidentification. Alongside Identity, a work about belonging, Duravcevic presents a collection of multimedia fragments, including Waiting, a piece about “a constant feature of Montenegrin female identity”. How do we understand this in light of Duravcevic’s claim about identity being malleable? Do we view it as provocation, an anomaly, or perhaps as an aspect of identity that simultaneously contains other possibilities within itself?