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He was on vacation, and quietly got out of Rijeka to drive a<strong>long</strong> the Adriatic Coast towards the South. After a few kilometres, he arrived to the top of the Bakar Bay and saw a Snack Restaurant. He stopped, had a beer and a portion of cevapcici, then he enjoyed a Slivovic and the view he was embracing from this belvedere; way below where he stood, he could see way down the village of Bakar, the quiet blue water in the bay, and in the horizon, the last minutes of the sunset. It was in 1965. In these years, having a small glass of beer was no problem, especially in good old Yugoslavia. In those days, you had to have much more to drink before the local police from Tito would stop you on the street, just to check the percentage of alcohol in the system from a few local people and a rare tourist. All the more so, as it was no secret that the policemen themselves did not know precisely how much beer and Slivovic they were consuming. He then drove down towards the end of the bay to reach Bakarac and the old tuna observation station, this formidable wood construction that was reaching high in the sky and towards the sea. He then drove through the fields and friendly landscape of the small coastal villages of Crikvenica and Novo Vinodolski, towards Kraljevica and its rich tradition shipyard, founded in 1729 by King Karl VI. He had a quick look at the shipyard, having no idea that some 50 years later, a boat with the number 555 would be built there, and that this same boat would bring him to his favourite salmon fishing place in Canada. If he would have imagined so, he would suddenly have been gone back fifty years in time, and been terribly impressed by his clairvoyant capabilities. So, he continued lightheartedly his trip as leasurely as before, until he reached Senje, the old city of the kings.