Dear Štef,

I’m starting to believe, more and more, that causa governs our lives.

I knew I’d get some of your tongue for not calling you the last time I visited Sarajevo, but who would have thought that you would invite me to recall, in a short piece for Oris, my late professor Neidhardt.

At that moment, I realised that my short stay in Sarajevo had not been by chance.

In fact, most of my encounters over that weekend were with this ancient bard of architecture, our Master.

And although I fear my memories of Professor Neidhart will abound with nostalgic reminiscences of the Sarajevo of our youth, I will tell you how it came about.