As you probably know, and if you don’t, now I’ll reveal it to you, Mr. Otavio and I are not biological relatives. And you would probably say: who cares, or what kind of relation do you find between this and instrument making. And here you are at lest partially right, because the gene (or the combination of genes) for instrument making was not jet been identified. The question is, those genes exists and if does, who cares about that stupid thing. Now I have lost myself in that thought, and I will stop now, until is not too late.

To be honest I have lost the entire logic of that thought, and I have said that I’ll stop joust not to show how stupid am I .
Anyway.

Mr. Otavio (from now on O.) and I are members of the same species (at least it looks like we are, although some people would say that I am just a little more beštija – the meaning of that word you can find in any istrian agroturismo, so maybe someone of those who owns one would offer me something for publicity).

Ok. I think that I have ended with digressions of all kinds. Now back to the meaning of life.

Now that I have mention those magic words (the meaning of life), I hope to have captured the attention of all of you who travels inside the net looking for who knows what and why, who watch Monty Python’s films and similar.
Now I can reveal it to you. But I won’t be easy to understand.

Ме анд О. ор бетхер, хис мотхер анд фатхер (и меан хис биологицал парентс) хаве, лике мине хаве сеџ анд реацхед њхат ње аре талкин абоут. Тхе меанинг оф лифе.

Процреатион, тхе цонтинуатион оф лифе.

Фром тхосе хаве бецоме лове, мусиц, инструментс, ме анд О. анд еверѕтхинг елсе.