I dreamt that I had another quarrel with my beloved. We were sitting in a Zagreb café at the time. The quarrel was the same as the last two we had about three weeks ago. They came only a couple of days apart from each other. Once again, I got angry pretty fast. I repeated many things I had already told her, and then I got up from our table. I had had enough. I walked around the block in a feverish calculation of everything that I needed to do before I could leave for Motovun. It was too late for my bus, so I would have to sleep over in a hotel. Before the move, I had to pick up all my things at her apartment. And I had to buy a bunch of things I needed back home. I was still going through the list of things to buy when I woke up. It was morning already. The dream was frighteningly true to life, though. Although my beloved and I have patched things up as best we could, the fear of breakup is still with me. As is the longing for freedom from all wonton impediments to my progress.