The day after tomorrow, I will be going to Zagreb once again. After a couple of months, though, this strikes me as rather strange. Zagreb? Why the hell am I going over there? As ever, my beloved is the only magnet that draws me to the Croatian capital (“My Zagreb,” March 25, 2019). Thus I console myself way in advance of my trip, too. Whenever I am in doubt about Zagreb, I go for my beloved. And presto, all my discomforts and disquiets are dissolved as if by magic. Indeed, love is the only remaining mystery in this world of ours. The one and only, as a matter of fact. Come to think of it, lucky Zagreb!