While my beloved is away, I do my best to stick to my usual schedule. In the morning, I go to a few cafés I like. But I am stuck in the afternoon and evening, when we are together while she is in Zagreb. Wherever I go, I feel like an alien. The people around me annoy me no end. And thus I end up cooped up at home, where I feel comfortable even in her absence. Which only reminds me of my reason of being in the Croatian capital in the first place, not to mention the reason for being in Croatia at all. Without my beloved, I could not stand it here for more than a few days needed to arrange my hasty departure. And I would run away as fast as I could. An internal exile that I am, I would turn into an exile for true without a single thought. As for the shared language, rudiments of culture, and bits of history, they are not even skin-deep in my case. Martians, where the hell are you?