Thus I to myself just before I fell asleep last night. Having been woken up by several cars dashing at top speed through our street, I felt the words shape in my mind all by themselves. It was Saturday night, and all sorts of idiots were dashing back and forth in search of fun. Having pronounced on them, I wondered whether the words would come back to me in the morning. And they did. Oh, I love Latin! The language of my ancestors.

Addendum (March 20, 2016)

Ever since, this has become one of my favorite expressions regarding my country of birth. Whenever I find myself in Zagreb, where cars and motorcycles roar through the street where my beloved’s apartment building stands, it readily comes to my mind. Croatia idiotam abundat. Splendid, just splendid. And there is no better way to describe this pitiful country other than thus. It goes way beyond dashing cars and motorcycles, too. For the problem with this country and its people runs deep. Very deep, indeed. Luckily, the language of my ancestors sums it up in three words only.