Although she came to Motovun about a week ago together with a group of yoga aficionados, most of whom seem to be Americans, she is almost always walking around town completely alone. Her head lifted bizarrely high, her spine bending over backwards a tiny bit, she moves slowly and dreamily as if she is floating on air. The way she alternately thrusts forward her hips and her shoulders is so striking that one feels like jumping up and imitating her at once. Whenever she floats by, everyone watches her in rapture. But no-one dares attract her attention, for it is obvious enough that she is not all there. Her bright-red lipstick is a giveaway. In fact, she might be quite crazy. Which is why she would fit perfectly into a Feliniesque movie, where she would be known simply as the Floater. Moviegoers around the world would surely love her to bits, too.