My appeal to the Court of Human Rights in Strasbourg is in the making. My new lawyer now has everything he needs to put it together by the deadline a bit less than three months from now. But I am actually not appealing this time around. The Croatian Constitutional Court has decided in favor of Slobodan Vugrinec, the former mayor of Motovun, and that is that. The case of Vugrinec versus Bon is finished. He has won and I have lost the battle in Croatian courts. In fact, now I am suing Croatia for all the abuses I have gone through in its crooked courts, where my human rights have been trampled from start to finish. If I win, it is Croatia that will lose rather than Vugrinec. I will pay him for supposed insult, but Croatia will pay me for all the abuses of my human rights. Whatever ultimately happens in Strasbourg, though, it is a special pleasure to be suing Croatia. Ever since my move from England, I have gone through so much trouble in this country that it is indeed an enormous pleasure to be suing it at long last. And I can already see my name on a Strasbourg file: Bon versus Croatia. The bliss!

Addendum I (July 2, 2015)

I just learned from my lawyer that the court in Strasbourg has officially accepted my case on May 30. He just received a letter to that effect from a court official. This is the first piece of good news, for it means that it is in perfect order, legally speaking. Now my case has an official number and title, too: 26933/15 Bon versus Croatia. Ah, the number makes me so happy! A lucky number if there ever has been one. And the official title is nothing if not perfect. Nay, sublime. Hooray!

Addendum II (March 18, 2021)

The final verdict arrived this morning from the European Court of Human Rights in Strasbourg. And I defeated Croatia at long last. Breathtaking! But the fun is spoiled by the impersonality of the whole thing. Neither Croatia nor its crooked courts can be seen kneeling and sniveling in front of me. They are nowhere in sight. And the former mayor of Motovun is conspicuous by his absence, as well. Long defeated by the current mayor and kicked out of the municipal council, he is very like a ghost in the hilltown by now. Shucks! Even though my victory will eventually reflect on him, too, he will do his best to behave as though nothing has happened. The same holds both for his many superiors and inferiors. Strasbourg, what Strasbourg? In short, my victory now strikes me as hollow. Null and void, that is. In retrospect, so many years of suffering on my part can never be redeemed by any court in the world. Justice is for the birds, anyhow.