Dragoslav Kožul and a major part of his large family dropped by yesterday afternoon. They could not stay for long, but they were as lively as ever. At some point Marko Kožul, one of Dragoslav’s sons who lives in San Francisco together with his budding family, told a story about his great-grandfather, Ivan, whom I met a few times while Dragoslav and I were working at the Urban Planning Institute in Ljubljana. Born in Split, he was blind since relatively young age. I forget what happened to him, but it could have been World War I. When his children, Marko’s grandparents, were setting off for America many years ago, he asked them whether he would be allowed to drive there. When they told him that he would not, he shook his head: “America is not what people are talking about!” Indeed.