I am walking up a narrow street going to the upper town in Zagreb. It is late afternoon, and the street is almost empty. A woman of about fifty walks down the street. As we are passing each other, our eyes suddenly meet. “Gosh, “ I hear myself screech inside my head, “that’s my ex-wife!” She recognizes me, as well. Our eyes lock for a moment. Both of us keep walking, though. I make sure not to turn around. Judging by the sound of her steps, she must be doing the same. And then I wake up in the middle of the night. She will be fifty later this year, indeed. The last time I saw her and our children was almost exactly nine years ago, a few months before my departure from England. We would have hard time recognizing each other in the street. It would be entirely up to the eyes. Luckily, an encounter like the one from my dream is nigh impossible.