I just received a copy of my court case against Croatia, which is already on its way to Strasbourg. My lawyer mailed it on May 30, 2015, the solemn date. As I write, a copy of the form of the European Court of Human Rights is staring at me. The fourth item on the form catches my attention: nationality. Croatian and British, the form says. And it crosses my mind that my British nationality may well be a good omen in this particular case. All the nationalities are equal before the law, no doubt, but some are more equal than others. George Orwell’s Animal Farm (1945) is roughly my age, at any rate. Indeed, my date of birth is the third item on the form. The forms says April 17, 1946. Fingers crossed.