Year by year, the bora is causing ever-greater problems along the Adriatic coast of Croatia. Damage reports suggest that the northeasterly wind is getting stronger and stronger. So far, Dalmatia is affected more than Istria, but the danger is growing all the time. As luck would have it, my house in Motovun is quite safe from the bora, as is much of Borgo that faces west and southwest. It is different with southerly and southwesterly winds, of course. They, too, are becoming stronger from year to year. Often enough, they bring heavy rain, which squeezes through the shutters and windows of my house. On such occasions, I have to do my best to ensure that the water does not cause any lasting damage. But the winds striking my house head-on are also becoming rather scary lately. They are turning into real storms. Even when all the shutters and windows are shut, there is much rattling and thumping. And the shrieking and howling out there are ever more difficult to brush aside. The last few experiences of this kind will stay with me for as long as I am alive. For I have felt outright fear. Unable to focus on what I was reading or writing any longer, I kept listening to the wind. I was all ears. My eyes wide open, I stared in front of myself without blinking. And hair started rising on my arms, neck, and head. Each time this happened, though, I felt fortunate to experience good old fear. Animal fear, to be a bit more precise. Three cheers for climate change!