I dreamt that I was in a merry company somewhere in Motovun and that Tomica Pahović, our new doctor, was preparing cocktails for us all. He was pouring different kinds of drinks into a large pot and mixing them with a long brush. The concoction had a greenish look. Sitting at a wooden table laden with glasses, I kept commenting on the cocktails. “I don’t want any,” I said in a voice suggesting that I did not mean what I was saying. “Of course not,” Tomica responded calmly. When he started pouring the drink with a ladle into glasses on the table, I chimed in again: “Only a little for me.” “Only a little,” Tomica said calmly and poured me a full glass. “Just for the company,” I said in the same fake voice. “Of course,” Tomica said most seriously. I remember that the drink smelled and tasted of peppermint. When I woke up, I was quite delighted by Tomica’s performance. He will take over from the old doctor, Slobodan Komazec, at the end of the year. And Tomica knows Motovun inside and out. He will be a good doctor, too.