Jože Dekleva visited me this afternoon together with his wife, Breda Ogorelec, and their daughter, Tara. Close to their departure in the evening, they invited me to visit them in Ljubljana. I just smiled earnestly and nodded. “C’mon,” Breda said, “we are not that far away!” This time I just lifted my hands high in the air. “You are like a dynast,” chuckled Jože, “expecting everyone to visit you while you stay put!” I was quite pleased with his choice of words, I must admit. No-one has likened me to a dynast ever before.