Every once in a while, I check the news about Brexit. Given that my main pensions are in pounds sterling, I get poorer with every dip in the British government’s quest for a deal with the European Union (“Fucking Brexit,” November 27, 2018). Literally so, too, for the Croatian kuna follows the euro pretty closely. Which is why I follow the exchange rate between the pound sterling and the euro like a hawk. Whenever there is a piece of good news about Brexit, the rate jumps. And I presently go to the Automatic Teller Machine on the lower square in Motovun to fetch some money. Just as many Britons are hoarding whatever goods they fear to lose if Britain leaves the Union without a deal, I am hoarding money. To be sure, I always have a justification of sorts for this disgraceful habit—say, I will soon need some heating oil, and it is wise to have a stash of money well ahead of time. Now that my British pensions have dropped by close to a quarter of their value in terms of the euro, as well as the Croatian kuna, my behavior is far from foolish. I only wonder how much longer will I be compelled to hoard money like this. And I cannot but hope that everything will return to, as it were, normal in two or three years. Fucking Brexit cannot possibly last any longer than this! Or can it?