I woke up in the middle of the night. As I was falling back to sleep again, I saw myself sitting in the livingroom of my house in Motovun. The two doors to the terrace were wide open. It was warm. A bird flew in and landed on my knee. It was a bit bigger than a sparrow and brownish in color. It shat on my pants, hopped down to the floor, hopped around for a brief while, and then flew out through the same door it flew in. I got up to clean my pants, but I felt charmed by the visit. I must have fallen asleep immediately afterwards.