When I arrived in Motovun, it took me a few months to get used to all the sounds of my house and its surroundings. Actually, it took me a year to fully appreciate the creaking and thumping and groaning associated with all the seasons. Since a couple of months ago, I am getting used to the sounds of my house and its surroundings all over again. I perk up my ears at the slightest sound inside or outside the house. Not a squeak or thud or sigh goes unnoticed. There are two possible explanations for my heightened awareness, watchfulness, attentiveness, alertness, and maybe even vigilance. To begin with, it could be a by-product of my regular yoga practice. And then, it could be a side-effect of my, as it were, political involvement. The deeper I have become involved, the better I have appreciated its many dangers. For criminals never sleep.