Whenever I return to Motovun, I enjoy seeing my friends. The good cheer and plenty of hugs are always a real joy. But I also enjoy seeing my enemies. Their blind eyes and grim faces are also a joy of sorts. For some reason, I have seen only a few of them since my last return to the hilltown yesterday evening. I kind of miss them, too. It took me a while to realize that most of them must be on vacation. They must be resting from all the misery they have sown since the last municipal elections. Which is why they will return even blinder and grimmer, no doubt. And even readier to spread misery wherever they go. A joy to appreciate well in advance. Remembering Confucius, life without enemies is hardly worth living.