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Marko offered a tight, polite smile. "Just traveling, Stjepan. Just living." But "just living" was never enough for the people of Omiš. The Gathering

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. pitaju_me_svi

Finally, Marko stood up. The tavern went quiet. The clinking of glasses stopped. Marko offered a tight, polite smile

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." The Gathering The phrase (Everyone is asking me)

"You all keep saying the same thing," Marko said, his voice low but steady. "'' You ask where I went, what I did, and why I’m back. You want to know if I’m a hero or a failure."

"Marko? Is that you?" Stjepan squinted through the sun. "Where have you been, boy? —everyone’s been asking me since your mother passed. Why did you stay away? What did you find out there?"