We are going to Motovun later today. My beloved will be driving, and I am looking forward to the ride. It takes about three hours from door to door, and the countryside along the way is worth seeing time and again. Once again, though, I am of two minds about the trip. On the one hand, I am happy to be leaving Zagreb. On the other, I am not happy to be going to Motovun. It appears that it is the trip itself that I am actually happy about, but I am not entirely certain about that, either. In short, I am far from mastering the art of homelessness. And it is an art that must be mastered sooner or later, to be sure. Lucky nomads, whose home is in their fickle hearts, and who set out on yet another leg of their journey with unadulterated joy.