I dreamt that my beloved gave me a bunch of papers with her handwritten notes about everything that needed to be done before our departure for Zagreb. On the last page there was a drawing of hers, as well. It showed a stork in a top hat and tuxedo standing in front of a table laden with bottles and glasses. A few other birds were standing around the table, as well. “The Stork Party,” the caption said. There was also a note to the effect that it was to take place on the evening before our departure. It was clear from the drawing that I was the stork saying goodbye to my Motovun friends. I started figuring out the day of the party as soon as I woke up. As we are most likely to depart tomorrow afternoon, that party should take place this evening, I figured. But there will be no such party, it goes without saying.