I dreamt that the mayor of Zagreb distinguished by his presidential ambitions, Milan Bandić, had actually become the mayor of Motovun. On the short side in real life, he was unusually tall in my dream. Open and affable, he was quite popular in the hilltown and the villages surrounding it. Entrepreneurial and imaginative, he ventured into all sorts of projects. Among his many unusual ventures was a sushi bar right next to his office on the upper square. Even though we were not exactly on the same page politically, I quite enjoyed his company. We laughed a lot whenever we met. I remember us sitting next to each other in a large auditorium before some show and being besieged by photographers from Istrian newspapers who wanted to take a picture of him. To avoid being caught together with him, I bent down or sideways each time a photographer appeared. As usual, he enjoyed my shenanigans. We laughed a lot once again. When I woke up, I long marveled at the mayor in my dream. He was the exact opposite of Slobodan Vugrinec, the actual mayor. In fact, the two were so utterly different that they seemed incomparable.