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He realized that the "everyone" they spoke of wasn't a judge or a jury. It was just a community trying to make sense of a gap in their own history. He wasn't a mystery to be solved anymore; he was just Marko, the man who came home.
"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
Finally, Marko stood up. The tavern went quiet. The clinking of glasses stopped. He realized that the "everyone" they spoke of
"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?" "Marko, ," said Luka, an old school friend
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.