I dreamt of a village on top of a hill that was built like a Rubik’s cube. Once or twice a year, but entirely at random, the huge building would rotate either horizontally or vertically. The process was slow. It took an hour or so. The people living in the village would feel the tremors and get out of the way of the moving parts. And then they would adjust their quarters as they saw fit. They had no control of the movement, though. Everyone in the village was accustomed to continual adjustment. There were no complaints. There were no quarrels among them, either. I was not living in the village, but I was studying both its architecture and the behavior of the inhabitants, most of whom were elderly. My visits were frequent and rather long. I made the connection with a Rubik’s cube only when I woke up. In my dream, it took me a while to figure out how the building housing the village moved. The connection with Motovun came to me only when I got out of bed. Would that its inhabitants also adjusted their quarters without strife whenever changes occurred in the hilltown.