I dreamt that I had a leisurely and friendly conversation with Klaudio Ivašić. We talked and talked, but I do not remember what we talked about. Most important, there was not a trace of enmity between us. What is more, our conversation was nothing if not civilized. Nay, sophisticated. When I woke up in the middle of the night, I could not believe my dream. I have not talked with Klaudio since the divisive municipal elections in 2009. He and his family stopped greeting me, and there has been no change in our relationship ever since. Besides, Klaudio is in conflict with most people in Motovun. Few people talk to him at this stage. Before I managed to go back to sleep, I realized that the dream was not about him or us. It was about me. In fact, it was an early sign of enlightenment. An amiable conversation with someone like Klaudio Ivašić cannot possibly have any other meaning.