I am not a writer, let alone a poet, so I can’t truly describe my love for my homeland—a country with hot summers, cold northerly winds, warm southerly breezes, and rain that often comes at the wrong time or doesn’t come at all.
I was born in the small village of Gorice, 10 km northwest of Skradin, on the edge of Krka National Park. I had a carefree childhood, full of playing with friends and discovering the beauty of the region. I often helped my family on the farm, where we kept a horse and a foal, a cow, goats, and pigs. We also grew grain and clover, maintained a vineyard, and had a fig tree and a couple of olive trees. Back then, I didn’t fully appreciate how wonderful it was to be a farmer—to grow something with your own hands, on your own land, and during harvest, to hold in your hands the fruits of your labor.
In 1991, at the age of 14, I had to leave my village with my family, and we moved to Switzerland. It was only after 20 years, when I planted my first olive trees in 2012, that I truly began to recall the beautiful experiences of my childhood connected to farming. These memories continue to inspire and motivate me to this day.
Today, I have around 700 olive trees of different ages and varieties, primarily Oblica and Krvavica. Krvavica is a native variety from Skradin that produces a regular yield, though a low one—about 12 kg of oil per 100 kg of olives, compared to 18–22 kg for most other varieties.
For me, cultivating olives is a passion and an expression of my love for my home region. It is both my hobby and my calling. My primary goals are to produce first-class olive oil and to grow healthy trees and olives organically. I’m writing this in one of my olive groves on a peaceful morning in August 2023, at 9 a.m. The silence is broken only by the sound of crickets. I’m pruning my trees and enjoying figs and grapes from my fields for breakfast.