As it happens often enough on days like this one, or departure days, I am in two places at the same time. This time around, I am still in Zagreb, but I am already in Motovun, as well. It is morning still, and I am on my daily round of my favorite watering holes in the center of the Croatian capital, but I feel like a ghost already. I am elsewhere ever since I woke up. Early this afternoon, I will take the bus heading for Istria, but I can see, hear, and smell it hours in advance. Even more, I can feel the bus seat under my bum. The vibrations are with me all the time, anyway. Forever between two places, I am on the bus all the time. Indeed, the ever-present vibrations are the epitome of my double life. And a viable resolution of the conundrum in my poor mind, for it must be eternally confused about my two homes. My two lives. The vibrations bring everything together as if by miracle.