I dreamt that Benjamin Pahović has made cheese from coal. There was a big party in his restaurant in Motovun, and everyone wanted to taste it. I took some on a plastic plate together with some other things, such as bacon and bread. The cheese was completely white. Before I could taste it, Benjamin’s daughter, Martina, came along and picked some from my plate. “My dad made this from coal,” she said proudly. A moment later Igor Kotiga, a member of the extended Pahović family, came along and took some cheese from my plate. “Benjamin made this from coal,” he said proudly. All the cheese from my plate was gone, though. “Wait a minute,” I protested and grabbed some of the cheese back, “I haven’t had a chance to taste it!” And then I put it in my mouth. Although it was on the young side and crumbly, the cheese had a sharp taste to it. My mouth tingled a bit, but I quite liked it. Sadly, I woke up before I learned from Benjamin how he managed to make cheese from coal.