I do not live in Motovun any longer. I do not live in Zagreb, or between the twain, either. But where, then, do I live? In the best place ever: between my ears.

Addendum (September 20, 2016)

Yes, I almost shouted when I read this haiku, which I came across entirely by chance. And no kidding. Right between my ears is where I actually live. This is my final address, as well. I am about to leave Zagreb and head for Motovun once again, but neither place is it. Pure geography, both of them. Right between my ears is everything I own. My house and home. And my ultimate resting place.