My knapsack is loaded with important things, such as my passports, keys to my house in Motovun, quite a bit of cash in various currencies, and much more besides. My beloved keeps telling me to put the lot away while with her in Zagreb, but I keep telling her that there is no chance for me to leave the knapsack unattended. “It is with me at all times,” I boast. This afternoon I left it hanging on a chair at the outdoor terrace of the Bulldog Pub, though. It got pretty windy, and I eventually retired inside. A waiter I know well brought it to me a while later. “Thank you so much,” I kept shaking my head in utter disbelief. “God be thanked that people in Zagreb are so honest,” he kept telling me with a knowing smile. Later on, when my beloved came home from work, I told her about my predicament. And I left all the important things in her apartment at long last. “I don’t love you,” I muttered as I hugged her afterwards. “I don’t love you, either,” she muttered in response.