It was good to experience the miracle of the birth of the Slovenian state; even better to have been at the right place at the right time; but the best, to see our dream come true. I recall the increasing demands for democracy and freedom; I recall a gradual yielding on the part of the outgoing rulers; I recall the blossoming of Slovene thought and the exacerbating dispute with the Army and the centralists; I recall the breaking of taboos, the fall of barriers and walls - the Berlin wall and ours too - I recall the call of time that did not go unnoticed by me. I went with it to rallies, meetings, protests, before the crowds at Kongresni trg, before delegates in the Republic's assembly, before fellow writers at the Writers' Association; I went from the battle for core educational contents, to protests for the release of The Four, from the May Declaration to independence. Now I wish the memory of that time were like a plough bringing to the surface the gold ore from the depths: the resolve and unity of that time to touch our consciousness and our souls.