Beside my house, one of my remaining Motovun links is my box in the post office. Post Office Box 20, to be exact. While I am in Zagreb, and this stretches over most of the fall and winter, all my mail accumulates there. Once a month, Zvjezdana Flego, who works in the post office, sends me a package with all my mail. The package rarely brings any surprises. The bills are its most important part. And there are quite a number of them: Internet connection, mobile phone, electricity, water, garbage, communal services, and health insurance. On occasion I also get registered mail from the court in Pazin. By and by, this hilltown link is acquiring a sour taste. Bills, bills, bills. As for all the other links, they are fading away. As time goes by, Motovun is shrinking in my mind to the size of a post office box.