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One gloomy autumn evening, a man in a dark suit wearing a black hat and steel-

rimmed spectacles entered the Golden Lion café. His ash-gray hair was parted in the

fashion of that time and he had long, bony fingers. The man stopped in the middle of the

entrance for a moment, looking around indecisively. Just when you thought that he might

leave, all of a sudden he went over to the coat rack and hung up his hat and took off his

black coat. He did all those steps seemingly with such certitude that you would`ve thought

that he wanted to do exactly that all along; to take off his hat and sit down.

He threw one quick, all-encompassing look at the clients, as if testing the

consequences of his impulsive decision, headed for an unoccupied table and rigidly sat

down. Tranquil with the fact that he found his way at last, the man, with a sharp, yet

effective snap of his silver cigarette case, took out a cigarette and began to smoke.

MARIJA ILIĆ