Thus I, with unshakable conviction, late at night, as I read aloud from my last book, Istrian Postcards (Belgrade: Vračarski Breg, 2003). The last piece that elicited this praise, and a very loud one, was “Cunning and Conniving” (June 11, 2002). The piece is about Odysseus. And there is no-one who knows him better than I do. For we are brothers. No, we are one and the same.