Easter. Easter. But no matter how much I try, and I swear that I have been trying ever since this morning, I cannot feel anything but really sorry for this guy.

Addendum (November 20, 2016)

Even though next Easter is still months away, I happen to know its date already: April 16, 2017. To begin with, it marks the launch of the tourist season in Motovun. Perhaps more important in this case, it falls a day before my own birthday. Which only adds to my feelings for this guy. The older I get, the more sorry for him I feel, as well. Regardless of all the hoopla around him, he still strikes me as kindred soul. Why do I feel sorry for him, though? Because all is in vain with our fellow humans. The closer you get to them, the worse it gets in the fullness of time. But I would still like to give him a big hug. As I would grab hold of him, tears would start flowing down my cheeks…