"In Croatian the word Dragan translates as Precious." Possible this is entirely made up, but through the course of a person's time upon earth there are things that stick in the mind, and won't go away, which is something of a blow for those of us who'd prefer to stock the memory with useful information like their own zip code, telephone number, and street address instead of wasting space with pointless and possibly incorrect bits of information.
It's the case also that a Potlatch of Vestry of Monnow, a shredding if you
prefer, does leave a writer of pulp with appalling memory rather lost for names
as he re-climbs the hill toward Pen-y-Fal. Dragan makes a nice name if you know
it translates as Precious. He's a poorly behaved son, engaged in smuggling
cigarettes from Albania to the socialist republics. Some years ago a good living
was to be had in Albania from counterfeiting Winston and Marlboro cigarettes.