I dreamt that I was walking around old Pazin, which I still do not know very well although it is only some twenty kilometers from Motovun. Every time I go there I have some chore to think about. It was a pleasant day. I just walked about without any plan. And then I saw my mother sitting in front a yellowish building to my left. She was about twenty paces away. Her chair or bench was at a broad platform raised a couple of steps above the street. She appeared to be in her sixties. When she saw me, she gave me a big smile and she nodded toward me. Surprised and delighted, I woke up with goose pimples all over my body. My mother was born someplace in old Pazin, but I do not know exactly where.