I am talking with my new neighbor, Damir Gregorović, known to all as Greg. He is on his terrace, where he is painting the new doors, which were installed only yesterday. And I am on my terrace, sipping wine under a sunshade and listening to African music. “Hey,” he yells over the boom, “it is like asking a kid: ‘What do you want to become when you grow up?’.” I raise my head, a big question mark painted over my head. “Ranko Bon,” he laughs and waves at me happily. I raise my hands high: “You betcha!”