As we drove, we listened to old music from the sixties and started talking about Elvis, our friend and colleague—the one who’d connected us with the captain. Elvis, always full of schemes and shortcuts. If there was an easier way to do something, he’d find it, even if most of his plans sank like the Titanic. Joža and I laughed, shaking our heads. For all his talk, Elvis’s plans had a way of failing spectacularly, but he was so convincing you couldn’t help but believe him… or at least want to. After all, he had a knack for saying exactly what you wanted to hear. Maybe that’s the real magic we’re all guilty of—spinning tales we half-believe ourselves, hoping they’ll float a little longer.
And meanwhile, the first rays of dawn broke through as we woke from our nap in a parking lot on Sustipan, overlooking the marina of Split.
Tales of the Atlantic
4 | Dawn in Split
As we drove, we listened to old music from the sixties and started talking about Elvis, our friend and colleague—the one who’d connected us with the captain. Elvis, always full of schemes and shortcuts. If there was an easier way to do something, he’d find it, even if most of his plans sank like the Titanic. Joža and I laughed, shaking our heads. For all his talk, Elvis’s plans had a way of failing spectacularly, but he was so convincing you couldn’t help but believe him… or at least want to. After all, he had a knack for saying exactly what you wanted to hear. Maybe that’s the real magic we’re all guilty of—spinning tales we half-believe ourselves, hoping they’ll float a little longer.
And meanwhile, the first rays of dawn broke through as we woke from our nap in a parking lot on Sustipan, overlooking the marina of Split.