Vincent Sinovcic 1933-2010
A personal note:
I was a child when my older brother Vincent, left our native country. He took with him my only possession, a wristwatch I got for my first communion. He needed it more than me. After wandering for several years through Western Europe, he emigrated to the country of his dreams, USA. Some 30 years later, I came to America, and brought with me few of my possessions, like a pair of skis. We hardly recognized each other, and after all these years, I still remember his first words: "By God, who comes to America with skis"? Later, he gave me back my old, broken wristwatch. Don't know how, but I lost that watch.
And today I lost my brother.
If you have some wine, please have a glass for Vincent, a historian, a writer and a dreamer.