I dreamt that I finally moved away from Motovun, but I do not remember the new house or where it actually was, except that it was surrounded by wooded hills. There were no houses around. The only thing that I remember about the move is that my books somehow got scattered through the woods over many hills. I was anxious to collect them before the first rain. All I remember of the dream is walking anxiously from hill to hill and looking for books. Among them was the 1996 edition of my Residua, which was published by the Hereford Salon in London and printed in Ferrara not far from Venice. I was eager to find as many copies as possible, and I remember being very happy when I found two of them right next to each other. There we still in their original cellophane wrapping. That was a big find, but many books were still missing, and I rushed forward. I felt pretty lost when I woke up in the middle of the night. The wooded hills of my new home were still all around me. It took me a while to go back to sleep.