Feeling frustrated by the quagmire into which I have fallen, this afternoon I started writing another letter to the prime minister of Croatia. Getting angrier and angrier as I went along, I gave vent to my frustration with growing ease. Feeling cornered, for I cannot imagine leaving this country before the real estate market in Istria starts moving again, and this is likely to take quite a number of years, I eventually swore to turn into a dissident to be reckoned with. When I was almost finished, though, I remembered “The New Leaf” (December 31, 2008), my New Year’s resolution of sorts. I took solace in the third and last paragraph, which I read aloud no less than twice. No, I do not wish to turn into a crazed dissident. God forbid. More, I solemnly promise not to make such a foolish mistake. In the end, I erased my letter to the prime minister before it was finished. But the trouble is that I may forget my most earnest promise as my day in court approaches. Or as it eventually arrives.