Three days ago I tried to take some money out of the automatic teller machine on the lower square in Motovun, but it would not give me any. The explanation on the screen was beyond my comprehension, but I reported the problem at once. Two days ago it would not give me any money, either. The problem was still there both yesterday and today. Apparently, no-one else from Motovun had ever called the number advertised next to the teller’s screen. One way or another, the bank has done not a thing to solve the problem over the weekend. By the time I arrived in Zagreb earlier today, I became sort of used to my misery. Not surprisingly, I was over the moon when an automatic teller machine of the same bank in the center of the Croatian capital spit out the money without a word of complaint. No problems here in spite of the weekend.  And what could be the moral of this pitiful story?