I remember the thrill of walking on the theater stage for the first time. At the age of eleven, I took a local bus from our village to the closest town, Kranj, to go to a library. Although I was a very shy boy, I had the strongest desire to be an actor since the age of seven. Before that I was determined to be a Catholic priest. That was not the best profession to mention in communistic Yugoslavia when a teacher asked you who you are going to be when you grow up. It was a late fall afternoon. I was on the way to the library passing The Preseren Theater in Kranj. Some unknown force made me turn around and go to the back entry and ring the doorbell. I rang once, twice, I was shaky, yet my body stood there like I was glued to the floor. As the doorbell rang, my mind was telling me to run, hide, and forget about it. I pressed the doorbell third time when I heard a voice from the top of the stairs. "Can I help you?" the voice from up above asked; it felt like God's voice. My mouth acted on its own, "I want to be an actor!" It felt like when God called to Moses. The light on the stairs came up, and a middle-aged man came down the stairs. The expression on his face was priceless. He didn't know if it was a prank or if I am serious. He just asked me for my name and phone number and said that they would call me. I was trembling and wanted to disappear from the face of the earth on the one hand, but being proud of myself to express out loud my inner desire, my inner truth on the other.