I dreamt that I was in the waiting room at a dentist’s. The room was huge, and there were several people around me. I remember that the dentist and his crew were extremely nice with me, but I had a feeling that they were stalling for some reason. Sitting and waiting for a long time, I was ever more sure that they had made a mistake in their schedule. Someone was ahead of me, and my wait was likely to stretch for quite a while. I remember looking around the waiting room and spotting some sort of notice board on the wall next to a door. It was black and the writing on it was in white chalk. Most of the messages were cryptic, meant only for the dentist and his crew, but I remember reading one family name written hastily on the board: Perković. It stayed with me till the morning, when Marko Perković, known to his many Croatian fans as Thompson, came to my mind. I know no-one else by that family name. Beloved by rustics, nationalists, and Catholic fanatics across Croatia, he could well have been the reason why I had to wait for so long at the dentist’s.