Damir Gregorović, known to all as Greg, sent me a picture of a tall wooden fence he has built across the empty lot between our houses in Motovun. For good measure, it is topped by barbed wire. “Bravo, Greg,” I wrote back. “The Great Wall of China.” And then I added wistfully: “Let’s hope it will keep the barbarian hordes out.” This is the best description of the great majority of those who come to the so-called film festival, too. Year after year, they occupy the empty lot for the duration of the vaunted cultural event. This is where they drink, take drugs, pee, shit, fuck, and squawk all night long. They could not care less about film, either. Returning to Greg’s invention, I wonder whether it will survive the onslaught, but I hope it will catch the eye of a visiting journalist. It is an index of the festival to be remembered.