Eager to know what is going on with my appeal to the Constitutional Court in Zagreb regarding the decision of the Municipal Court in Pazin about my supposed insult of the mayor of Motovun, I just called my lawyer (“Strasbourg, Here We Come,” July 28, 2011). “Could you tell me what’s going on with the cockroach case?” I asked. “No idea,” he responded calmly, “but the highest court in Croatia is taking its time.” According to him, this is a good omen, for dismissals of appeals are often quite quick. “I’m not concerned with their verdict,” I explained somewhat edgily after some seven months since the appeal, “but I’m only eager to get to Strasbourg.” He appeared to be surprised. “That means you don’t trust the Constitutional Court in Zagreb,” he chuckled. “To tell you the truth,” I said point blank, “I don’t.” I added that I trusted the Court of Human Rights in Strasbourg, instead. “At any rate,” he sounded somewhat annoyed, “we can’t rush the Constitutional Court!” He added that it might take many more months for me to exhaust all the legal means available to me in Croatia. “Thank you very much,” I concluded our conversation a bit abruptly. And all this because I complained in public that the mayor of Motovun customarily worked in the dark and behind closed doors, like a cockroach. Actually, I should have complained about the entire country.