“I was born in a little town on the shore of a strait. The town faced the sea with its sailors and steamers, the boats and ships passing by, not entering — for the most part — the port; on the far side of the straits, a violet stretch of the mainland, with a long mountain slope; behind the town, the craggy terrain, interspersed with vineyards and olive grove greenery…”

Vladimir Nazor, The Angel in the Bell Tower, 1926