As we are sitting at Benjamin’s, Davor Sviličić, known to all as Mihec on account of his late father, Miho, starts telling a story. Everyone knows that his father was a teacher in Motovun after World War II. “Over the years,” Mihec says, “he failed nobody except one boy who had hard time learning anything.” As it turns out, most of the people assembled remember the boy, now in his sixties. “He had an exam in mathematics one day,” Mihec continues, “but all he wrote down was that Tito got wounded in his right arm in the battle of Sutjeska.” Everybody laughs, but I chime in at once: “This tells you quite a bit about socialism back then!” Nobody pays me any attention, but the boy undoubtedly had a clever ploy up his sleeve. He was not a complete and total dunce, after all. The battle of Sutjeska, a river in Bosnia, ended up in an important victory for Tito’s partisans. And what is mathematics by comparison with such a tremendous feat?! As Mihec mentions when the laughter subsides, the boy dropped out of school in the end. Exams were not his forte.