Chapter Five
The Prodigal Son – Paterorgies
Getting acquainted by shaking hands and fluently pronouncing around twenty letters united in a name and surname is mere noise-making, without any insight into the true nature of the character of the person that you have just met. How much force did someone put in the handshake, did he look you in the eye, or did his voice emanate confidence are signposts on shaky ground and can lead you to wrong conclusions if you trust them too much.
What would you have thought of me if, instead of Nikola Matovic, I introduced myself as the guy who, only a few hours after his father’s suicide, when they brought his phone and black bag home, pulled out his wallet and, thinking that I need it more than him, took ten euros for a cab to the brothel?
At that time
