When I am asked about my previous abodes, I usually start by waving my hand, chuckling, and mumbling a few words to the effect that this would be too long a story. Circumstances permitting, I do mention just a few places where I have lived, but I rarely go through the whole list. Too long a story, indeed. Still, when I am alone, I occasionally go through all the cities and towns where I have lived over a bit more than seven decades. Here goes: Zagreb, Belgrade, Cambridge, Massachusetts, Ljubljana, Cambridge again, Reading, Berkshire, London, Reading again, and Motovun, Istria. Well, lately I also spend chunks of time in Zagreb with my beloved, just as she spends chunks of time with me in Motovun. All told, though, there are only seven cities and towns on the list. As well as four countries, while there used to be only three of them until three decades ago. In short, this is actually far from too long a story. It is perhaps too long only in casual conversation, when most people would get confused by so many places and countries, as well as all the zigzagging between continents. Over the years, I crossed the Atlantic no less than four times. At any rate, I love to go through this list every now and then, and by myself. All my abodes in a rather short line give me a dash of comfort. Their very names feel soothing when pronounced one after another at a leisurely pace and in a quiet voice: Zagreb, Belgrade, Cambridge, Ljubljana, Reading, London, Motovun…