Marko didn't leave the next day. He stayed. He fixed the shutters on his mother’s house. He painted the old wooden boat that had been rotting in the harbor.
The questions didn't stop, but their power did. When someone would approach him at the market and start with "Pitaju me svi...", Marko would simply hand them an orange or a piece of bread and smile. pitaju_me_svi
He walked to the center of the room. "The truth is, I didn't go away to become something. I went away because I didn't know how to stay. I spent twenty years looking for a place where no one knew my name, where no one would ask me anything. I worked on ships, I built houses in the mountains, I sat in squares in cities where I didn't speak the language." Marko didn't leave the next day
Marko offered a tight, polite smile. "Just traveling, Stjepan. Just living." But "just living" was never enough for the people of Omiš. The Gathering He painted the old wooden boat that had