I acquired my hanko, a stamp bearing the kanji character representing my family name, on one of my trips to Japan in the late Eighties (“Child of Chaos,” January 6, 1988). Handmade, it is used in Japan in place of the signature, but I have used it mainly for mischief. Over the years, I have stamped my name on many a banknote. At first it was the American dollars, then the British pounds, and now it is the Croatian kuna. For a while, I conceived of stamped banknotes as works of art. Highly original, of course. The signature is the proof of the concept, too. But things have changed lately. My magnum opus is the only work of art I care about at this stage. Thus I stamp the banknotes only to sow terror of the Asian invasion. The Asians are coming! Look what they are doing with our precious money! God only knows what this ominous character means! And so on, and so forth. And all my hanko actually carries is a Venetian family name of Roman origin.