The Motovun Film Festival crew appeared in Motovun this morning. There were about ten of them. Pros in their business, they came to start the preparations for the five-day event that will take place in late July and early August. It will be their tenth, too. I know many of these people well, and it was a pleasure to see them in town. But the pleasure was soon mixed with many other feelings, including outright dread of the approaching pandemonium. After a few handshakes and jovial greetings, I started feeling a knot in my stomach. As soon as I looked into my mobile-phone calendar to gauge the time we have until the festival, the knot got tighter. Only thirty-eight days to go!