A bunch of us were sitting at Marko’s yesterday evening when Mirko Gabler’s sister joined our table. I met her only the previous day. Confident in herself and straightforward, she quickly joined the discussion. Marko Fakin appeared a while later. “This is the owner of this establishment,” I introduced him to Mirko’s sister. “And this is our spiritual guide,” chuckled Marko promptly and pointed at me. Everyone laughed, but Marko’s joke felt kind of soothing. It took me a few minutes to come to my senses. To become concerned, that is. Not with Marko’s joke, of course, but with my own smug reaction. A spiritual guide, my ass.