It is just past five o’clock in the morning. I was awoken when the fan in my bedroom suddenly stopped working. It was back on in a few seconds, but I got up to check the desktop computer in my study. It was dead. The Internet connection was dead, as well, but it was coming back to life. The computer will need to be restarted. I returned to my bed, but I could not go back to sleep. I was overcome by anger about Motovun, Istria, and Croatia. Not even the basic electric service can be maintained in this godforsaken place. Exactly the same thing happened two days ago. I was at Marko’s at the time, but I knew that I would find my desktop computer dead at home. Once again, the electric service was cut for a few seconds. And the politicians who run this peninsula like to talk about it as the New Tuscany. Sadly, it is nothing but the Old Istria. The boondocks incarnated. There. Perhaps I can go back to sleep now.