I slept very badly last night. I went to sleep before eleven o’clock, but I first woke up before three. It took me about an hour to fall asleep again. I woke up again around five, and struggled to go back to sleep for quite a while. The third time I woke up was just after seven, when a garbage truck rumbled down Borgo. At first I thought it was thunder, but then I realized it was the sound of garbage cans rolled over cobblestones. And this is supposed to be a tourist town where people come to rest! At any rate, this is when I got up even though I had set up my alarm clock for eight o’clock. As I understood in the middle of the night, I was eager to leave Motovun, and the garbage truck only added to my eagerness. I will catch a bus for Zagreb in Livade just before ten o’clock. It will take me a bit more than half an hour to get there on foot. Although I am eager to get to Zagreb, where my beloved is waiting for me, I am even more eager to leave Motovun and Istria. But enough of writing. It is time to pack, prepare the house for another long hibernation, and walk down the Motovun hill. I will be almost running, I know already. Running away, as a matter of fact.