Well-meaning people keep expressing surprise at my ill-fated “political” activities in Motovun. “It all started quite innocently,” I defend myself lamely. “And?” Irked by the lack of understanding, I raise my eyebrows: “I keep discovering more and more horrible things!” “But why do you keep pressing ahead instead of enjoying your well-deserved retirement in peace?” “I keep being pushed,” I shrug my shoulders in despair. Well-meaning people usually leave me in peace at this point. “Look,” I pucker my mouth by way of a forlorn conclusion, “everything would change if my detractor would drop the silly court case!” Sadly, few well-meaning people would ever talk to him. As far as I can tell, no-one talks to him, in any case.