
Vlatka, my best friend in the whole world and the mother of my godchild, Karla.
Although I will forever be grateful to her for her firstborn, I want it to be known that I had stiff competition along the way.

This photo is particularly traumatic for me. I bought Karla a packet of fish creatures I thought would amuse her to no end but she was slightly scared of them and the family dog took a particular interest in the pike, which by the way was the only fish in the pack that had a squeeking thingie implanted in it, and he went mental for it until he ripped it apart.

Petra in her element before I was submitted to excruciating torture and almost lost a molar

Zeljka, Petra and Ivanka

Petra and I in our local. It looks like we are drunk but I think we are just on Nescaffee here.

Sanja and I one night on Zrinjevac after we saw Bad Santa and decided to take a picture of ourselves to celebrate the moment forever.