I am leaving Zagreb in a few hours, and so it is time once again to ask myself about my feelings about this visit. Although the city feels quite a bit like home by now, I am not particularly sad to be leaving it. Chances are that I will be returning to the Croatian capital in future without any qualms. After a few visits like this one, asking myself about my feelings before departure will become pretty meaningless, too. How about Motovun, though? Although it still feels like home of sorts, I am not particularly happy to be returning to it. After a few more visits to Zagreb like this one, I will become quite used to leaving Motovun regularly. In short, now I face the worst of all possible worlds: I have two homes and none at the very same time. And all this on account of my silly questions about my innermost feelings. Bravo, old chap!

Addendum (September 21, 2015)

As ever, it is time to turn things around. All the way around, as well. If I have two homes and none at the same time, I am facing the best of all possible worlds. Who needs a home, anyway? It is but a figment of one’s imagination. Thus I am glad that my struggle with the former mayor of Motovun, the taste of which is reflected in this piece, came my way exactly when it did. Wham! In retrospect, I became way too comfortable with the hilltown before the mayor took me to court for libel and insult. Albeit my last home, it struck me as the sweetest one of all that I had ever had, no matter how fleetingly. How silly of me! At any rate, I cannot but rejoice now that I have two homes and none, with the emphasis on the last word. Homelessness be praised. Bravo, old chap, this time for true!