My mother liked to mention, and often with some pride, that I was born in Dr. Durst’s sanatorium in Zagreb, which was quite a special place just after World War II. In fact, my father had to sell his yacht for the privilege. According to my mother, he was a gynecologist and obstetrician of renown in the Croatian capital and beyond. This morning I checked him out on the World Wide Web. It did not take me long to find him. Franjo was his given name. Born in 1875, he died in 1958, twelve years after I was born under his supreme supervision. He is thought to be the founder of his medical field in Croatia. Anyhow, I learned a bit more about the good doctor from Eni Nurcollari this evening. On his way from Kosovo to Germany, he stopped in Motovun for a few days. As it turns out, the good doctor’s last name means “thirst” in German. I was over the moon. “Doctor Thirst,” I kept repeating for a while. “Funny,” I returned to Eni after my enthusiastic outburst, “this is something my mother had never mentioned!” Nomen est omen, to be sure.