We arrive in our favorite restaurant in Zagreb a bit early for lunch. There are few people around. There are no waiters in sight, either. My beloved goes to the bathroom, and I sit at the table we have reserved. My gaze rests on the white tablecloth in front of me. My eyes lock onto the weave. Unexpectedly, time stops. I notice that my field of vision is pulsating. Lighter, darker, lighter, darker… I look up, and everything looks normal. I turn my gaze toward the tablecloth, and my field of vision starts pulsating again. Then I notice that the pulsation is in tune with my pulse. I can hear it in my ears, as well. Caboom, caboom, caboom, caboom… “Amazing,” I tell my beloved when she joins me, “this is a first.” I explain what has happened to me in a few words. “It’s unusually hot and humid,” she shrugs her shoulders. “Perhaps your blood pressure is up.” I gaze at the tablecloth once again, but the pulsation is gone. “This is a first,” I repeat and shake my head. Soon enough, a waiter walks up to our table and we exchange cordial greetings. It is time to order our lunch.