Finally, Marko stood up. The tavern went quiet. The clinking of glasses stopped.

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." pitaju_me_svi

The phrase (Everyone is asking me) is a heavy burden to carry. It’s the sound of a thousand voices pressing against a single secret, the relentless curiosity of a small town, or perhaps the echoing lyrics of a song that haunts a man who no longer knows the answer himself. Finally, Marko stood up

He looked at Marija. "And all that time, the only person I was truly running from was the version of me that lived in your heads. You ask what I found? I found that the world is very big, and very lonely, and that the only questions that matter are the ones you ask yourself when the lights go out." The Aftermath He walked to the center of the room

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.

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.