Ever since leaving Motovun this morning, I feel revolted by the humans around me. I find them ugly. And I find them devious. I can see from their darting eyes and their crooked mouths that they are up to no good. They are scheming all the while. This holds for young and old, male and female. They are all the same, of so I feel. It has taken me a while to start understanding what is going on: my tribal mind has kicked in once again. Having spent an entire fortnight in the hilltown, I feel at home only there. Even the people I do not like are from my tribe. Whence my growing annoyance with tourists, no doubt (“My Tribal Mind,” April 26, 2014). But things change as soon as I descend the Motovun hill. The world changes. And all the humans I come across are of other tribes. I am dealing with them only in so far as I must, but I make sure to avoid all unnecessary contact. In fact, I avoid even looking at them. I find them horribly ugly, as I already said. My tribal mind is worth watching, no doubt. It surprises me ever more often. Who knows how many surprises are still ahead?