The sun blinded me as I was crossing a street on my way to work this morning, and so I stepped in front of an approaching car. It appeared out of nowhere. Startled, I pulled back, but a split-second later I did it again. The second time it was an approaching motorcycle that seemed to come out of the blue. I pulled back again and waited for a while until the street was empty. I felt unsettled. No more chances, I decided. This has been happening to me lately. I keep reminding myself that I must be vigilant whenever I am close to the traffic, but these near-misses are recurring nonetheless. What is going on? Body and mind, I am in the best of shapes. I am nimble and far from absent-minded. In fact, I pay careful attention to everything around me. And in me, for that matter. I am awake and observant. So, what is happening to me? At the moment, I can find only one explanation for this paradox: now I am living in two worlds at the same time. A part of me has already departed. The other world I inhabit moves at a different pace. It knows no traffic. Nothing jumps at you out of nowhere in that world. It is gentle and calm. Yes, now I am living in Reading and Motovun at the very same time.