I met Tomaz some years ago at Ouray, Colorado. It was in a coffee house as we were both heading out to the ice. I introduced myself, adding that I admired his climbing. The man shook my hand so vigorously, seemingly putting his entire body into it, that I thought he would rip my arm off at the shoulder. It was the kind of handshake you give your best friend in the world after a 20 year absence. I'll always remember what an instantly likeable person he was.
Rest in peace, brother.