Whenever I return home from an event involving any music in or around Motovun, I have to cleanse myself with some African music. Otherwise I am as good as dead.

Addendum (December 10, 2016)

As of late, Indian music is even closer to my heart than the music from Africa. Here I have in mind the music from Pakistan and Bangladesh, as well. Greater India, as it were. Whenever I return home from an event involving any music in or around Motovun, I have to cleanse myself with either Indian or African music. Otherwise, I am up shit creek. By and large, European music gives me the creeps. The same holds for the music from South America. Luckily for me, the cleansing does not take very long. Just a few minutes of the music close to my heart is enough to put me right. It is like escaping from one world to another by walking through a huge and heavy door, slamming it shut, locking it up, and throwing away the damned key.