I dreamt that I was back at MIT. The dream came in three loose installments. I was at an informal reception in the first. A few faces I still knew, but most people around me were new to me. Everyone was very warm and welcoming, though. I remember talking to one fellow that it would be meaningless to regret all the opportunities foregone in the intervening years, but that I should focus on the future. So much of my unusual career would bring something new to the Institute. In the second installment I wondered around the campus to reacquaint myself with so many buildings and connections between them. And I went through Cambridge stores in the third. So many products looked unfamiliar to me that I needed quite a bit of time to buy anything. All this was interrupted by a low-flying military jet. Suddenly awoken, I looked around. Where was I? Cambridge, Massachusetts? Zagreb? Only then I realized that I was in Motovun. I checked the alarm clock next to me to discover that it was a quarter to eight o’clock. I remembered that it was Sunday, too. Lying in bed, I ruminated about that military plane that just flew by. It must have been made in America. Whole chunks of the aircraft must have started their lives at MIT. Many engineers trained at the Institute must have been involved in their development. But it took a few Croatian idiots to bring this wonder of engineering to Motovun early in the morning on a weekend day during the tourist season!