The hinges of my bedroom shutters need greasing. They squeak like crazy. As these are the first shutters I open after getting out of bed, they announce my awaking like trumpets. Damir Gregorović wished me a good morning upon hearing the squeak a week or so ago. This morning it was Irina Kosanović, his partner. “Good morning,” she laughed from their terrace. “Ah,” I laughed back, “everything is known here!” Yes, the hinges of my bedroom shutters need greasing without further ado.