I am sitting in my Motovun home and crying. Thinking of the emotional pain for which the mayor of this town is suing me, I can feel the pain of my poor parents.

Addendum (December 5, 2016)

Whenever I remember my trials and tribulations in Istria, I also remember my parents. Although tears have dried up by now, the pain that they would have gone through on account of the horrors I have been put through is still with me. Born in Pazin, my mother would not be able to stop crying upon hearing about my suffering in the court within walking distance from her erstwhile home. Hearing about the corrupt vestiges of the former communist regime, to the building of which they had dedicated much of their youth, would devastate them both, as well. Come to think of it, I would probably have spared them from the truth about Istria were they still alive while I was going through my ordeal. I would not have had the heart to tell them about my own experiences in the land of our ancestors. One way or another, I would never even mention to them the former mayor of Motovun or the former governor of Istria, among others. I would lie to them every which way so as to spare them from the pain. For I loved my parents way too much to tell them about Istria as I had actually found it.