Wherever I go in the Croatian capital, I am exposed to horrendous music. Most of it is American, and almost all of it is quite popular in Croatia, but I find it quite horrendous nonetheless. When I return to my beloved’s apartment, I occasionally attempt to cleanse myself from the horror. Luckily for me, she has a number of compact disks with music entirely to my liking. The one I like best lately is a compilation of Sufi music from many Asian countries. They stretch from Turkey to Indonesia in no less than two compact disks. It takes me just a couple of minutes to feel back home once again. How come I find so-called western music so despicable, though? More important, how come Sufi music is so much to my liking? Sadly, I have no answer to such a straightforward question. The best I can come up with at the moment is that I must have lived along the Silk Road in one or more of my many previous lives. Although I do not trust such a simple answer, and simple it surely is, it feels perfectly soothing as I am listening to Sufis from so many different countries. One way or another, the sounds of western music are fading in my mind as I write. Sufi music, anyone?