Every so often, I catch myself ruminating about a piece of writing concerning Motovun affairs. This year’s municipal elections, my many friends and few enemies, ins and outs of tourist crowds… “Nah,” I always check myself, though. “Irrelevant!” Indeed, my life in this Istrian town boils down to irrelevance. Irrelevance as such, as a matter of fact. Which is why I enjoy myself so much in my last hometown. Nothing of any importance has ever happened in the whole of Istria, let alone this particular hilltown in its heart. And this goes down quite a few millennia rather than mere centuries. Even more important, this is how things are likely to remain till the end of time. Irrelevance through and through. Returning to my ruminations concerning Motovun affairs, I can rest in peace. Blessed peace, to be more exact. Hey, what a lucky bastard!