How did I meet Ivo? It was the second time my beloved and I were in Motovun. I was in the process of completing the purchase of my house when the film festival started. It was late July ten years ago, and the hilltown got crowded pretty fast. This was the fourth festival in a row. Every now and then, I spotted a man to my liking in the crowd. He had a powerful face, but he looked jolly most of the time. There was charisma about him, too. Soon enough, we started exchanging greetings. It did not take me long to go up to him and hug him out of the blue. “Hey,” I grinned at him happily, “I like you!” He returned my hug. “My name’s Ranko,” I added, “but what’s yours?” Quite by chance, my beloved and I ended up on his ranch close to Motovun a few days later, and we became friends without much ado. As it turned out, he was three years my junior. And this is how things stood until this very morning. I am whimpering already. I cannot believe that I will not be able to hug Ivo ever again. Yes, I am sobbing by now…