I like my hair as short as possible. My beloved likes it as long as possible, though. Yesterday evening I told her that it was high time for a haircut. She kept quiet. As we were parting after our coffee this morning, I told her that I was about to go to my barber’s. She kept quiet once again. I was already on my way there when I received a mobile-phone text message from her. “I’ve just heard that they are digging the sidewalk in front of your barber’s,” she wrote, “and that there is no electricity in the shop.” “I‘m on my way already,” I wrote back, “and I’ll check to see when the electricity will come back.” Of course, the sidewalk in front of the barber’s was in perfect order. “Imagine,” I wrote to my beloved after the haircut, “no problems with electricity!” I did not mention the haircut, it goes without saying. “Also,” I added, “there are no signs of digging around the shop.” “Congratulations,” she wrote back. And then she added: “This only shows how efficient Croatian construction workers actually are!” This is my beloved in a nutshell.