Chapter Thirteen
Birthday Boy
I had to buy a present. Jovan was a seven-year-old boy. His brothers, Davor and Mark, were eight and nine. According to Lina, his nature was too gentle for a guy and she wanted him to train karate. I certainly wasn’t planning to buy him a kimono since it would cost at least seventy euros. I wanted to find a toy suitable for his age that wouldn’t make me look stingy nor particularly generous. I walked through the center, looking for an adequate gift, but since it was Sunday afternoon, nothing was open except for f*****g bookstores. I entered one of them and asked for a suitable birthday gift for a seven-year-old boy.
“Fellowship of knowledge is a good choice,” the kind salesman said, pointing to a big picture book.
“How much does it cost?” I asked.
“Two th
