My Strasbourg case is on my mind much of the time. Each time my lawyer asks anything from me, I do whatever he wishes as quickly as I possibly can. And then I wait to hear from him again while doing my best not to bug him with too many silly questions. But the case is more or less complete by now. It would take my lawyer a week or at most two to complete it and send it to the court of my dreams. Only then will I be able to forget about my case. Once it will be out of my hands, it will be out of my mind, as well. Whatever the court ultimately decides is fine with me. If it throws the case out for any reason, fine. If it decides against me, also fine. Bereft of courts even higher anyplace on the planet, I will have nowhere to appeal to, anyhow. And if it decides in my favor, fine again. Although I will surely relish my final victory, no matter how briefly, it will not get into my head. For the war will be far from over. Come what may, Croatia will still be crawling with cockroaches for many years to come, if not forever. But I am pretty convinced at this stage that I am indeed indifferent as to the outcome of my Strasbourg gambit. Once the case is out of my hands, it is as good as done away and finished with. At least this is how I feel today. And how I hope I will also feel tomorrow.