Slowly but surely, I am getting to know too many people in Zagreb. And I am getting worried by now. First we start exchanging greetings, then we begin talking, and eventually we become kind of friendly. To be sure, I am too affable by half. A nice word escapes from my mouth so readily. And a congenial smile takes shape on my lips with bewildering ease. As I was wondering a moment ago about ways and means to stop the rot, I first thought about changing my favorite watering holes. There must be a few other places to try out. But I realized soon enough that this would only mean that I would have to choose such spots at random. Besides, Zagreb is not that large a city. I would perforce be back at the same place way too often for comfort. And then I thought about sticking to my beloved’s apartment. My hermitage, as it were. Regular yoga practice could be stretched to the hours she regularly spends in her office. That would be about eight hours a day. Although I was not all too happy with this idea from the outset, it started appealing to me more and more as I was ferretting for other options. None came to my mind, either. Yes, my hermitage beckons already.