On a nice day, the hotel terrace is the best place in Motovun in the early afternoon. Now that it offers a wideband connection to the World Wide Web, I regularly spend a few hours at the terrace in the company of my laptop. As I was walking through the archway connecting the lower and upper squares, I bumped into Benjamin Pahović in front of his restaurant, the very best in the hilltown. “We’re all addicts,” I pointed at Mac Book Air in my hand and smiled from ear to ear. “Some of us are smoking, and some of us are writing!” And I was not kidding. Whenever I manage to finish a piece, as well as to post it on the ether, I feel positively elated. Actually, high. And who is to say that I am not writing for feeling high? This piece among pieces is surely my witness. I feel as high as high could get. Pure addiction!