My beloved and I are kissing through the window of her car before she takes off for Zagreb. We will not see each other for a couple of weeks. A Motovun man about my age spies our tender embrace. He lives close to the place where she parks her car. As I am walking past him on my way home, he shakes his head mockingly upon my greeting. “Such a pretty young girl,” he chuckles. “It’s a great pity you can’t fuck any more!” I spread my hands wide and grin innocently: “A great pity, indeed.” Oh, how easily people divulge their innermost secrets!