Having been reading my Residua on a daily basis lately, I cannot but notice that Slobodan Vugrinec, the former mayor of Motovun, appears in my writings all too often. And over quite a number of years. His name first appears in 1980, albeit in an addendum written in 2013. It appears twice in 2004, a year after my move to the hilltown, and once each in 2006 and 2007. Starting in 2008, when he took me to court for the first time, there is an avalanche of pieces and addenda in which his name appears. So, Vugrinec comes up eight times in 2008, four times in 2009, eight times in 2010, seven times in 2011, six times in 2012, nine times in 2013, twelve times in 2014, and eight times in 2015, not including this piece. And this year is far from finished. All together, his name can be found sixty-seven times over eleven years. And I am including here only the pieces in which his name is spelled out in full rather than alluded to in some more or less subtle way. In short, I am quite obsessed with this man. The current peak in 2014 is quite interesting in this context. What makes it even worse, I will continue being obsessed with him until I get the final decision from the Court of Human Rights in Strasbourg, where my case concerning political repression in Croatia is currently being considered. If everything goes smoothly, this will be sometime in 2016, eight years after the legal conundrum was initiated by Vugrinec himself in dodgy Croatian courts. And all these years will have been wasted on account of one man, whom I challenged on account of crooked golf development in Motovun. At this stage, I can only hope that Vugrinec will vanish from my writings after next year, and literally so. But what if the emotional trauma he has put me through can never go away? And what if my longing for revenge cannot be accommodated by any legal means available to me?