I dreamt that Croatia had been invaded by Serbian troops. I was alone in my house, but it was in Zagreb rather than Motovun. It was getting dark, and I could hear strange sounds from the street. Sounds of looting, I realized before long. I turned off all the lights and went around the house in search of things to save. I remember hiding two paintings from my parents’ collection under some bedding. I also copied the key files from my computer onto a memory stick. And then I did my best to scramble my files in the case my computer got taken. As I was doing that, I heard someone cough right behind my back. I froze. My hair stood up. When I woke up, I realized it was my beloved who coughed. Thinking of another war, I had hard time falling asleep again. My beloved’s moans woke me up one more time. It was already light outside. She sounded as though she was in pain. “Ranko,” I heard her sigh a few times. She woke up at length and told me that she had dreamt that we were making love. A premonition, as it were. Before we got up, we made love like monkeys for a long, long time.