He didn't make it to his old family home before the first person stopped him. It was Stjepan, the fisherman, whose skin looked like cured leather.
"Marko, ," said Luka, an old school friend who had never left the village. "They say you made a fortune in South America. They say you lost it all in a gamble. Which is it?" pitaju_me_svi
"Marko, ," whispered Marija, the woman he had almost married before he vanished. Her eyes were softer than the others, but the curiosity was just as sharp. "They ask if you found what you were looking for. They ask if you ever thought of us." He didn't make it to his old family
"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?" "They say you made a fortune in South America
Marko offered a tight, polite smile. "Just traveling, Stjepan. Just living." But "just living" was never enough for the people of Omiš. The Gathering
"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."