As of late, each morning I order the holy trinity at Klaudio’s. And each morning I get a short espresso, a glass of mineral water, and a large glass of freshly-squeezed orange juice. Without a word, too. Only those who are new to the café get confused by my wishes. Which is what happened this morning, when a couple of Croatian tourists at the counter overheard my order. The raised eyebrows only reminded me of my favorite summer drink at Klaudio’s, the martyr’s. That is, a large glass of white wine and soda. Just like the holy trinity, the martyr’s gets newcomers to the café pretty confused. And especially if they are religious, of course. The bliss.