Tomorrow evening I was supposed to take a bus from Rijeka to Belgrade. The ride would have taken the whole night. The bus from Motovun to Rijeka would not have taken more than an hour and a half, but I would have waited for my connection in Rijeka for more than three hours. In short, the trip would have been on the arduous side in cold and wet weather, which is supposed to stretch through the weekend. Having gotten a bug of some kind last weekend, which has developed quite nicely since then, I ultimately decided to postpone the trip. I hate changing my plans, though, and health is not a great concern of mine, but last night was horrible. I could barely sleep. I could neither breathe nor swallow my saliva. The fever struck at some point, as well. To round it off, I got diarrhea. The king of diarrheas, that is. Even before I got up this morning, feeling weak and rather small, I started looking for another time to visit the city of my youth. How about the spring? There will be much more light by then. It will be warmer, too. I could stay for two weeks, and not only one, as I planned this time. Yes, Belgrade in spring is not to be missed. In the end, I feverishly persuaded myself to postpone my trip, bug or no bug.