Oh, how I love traveling light! My knapsack is ready for my two-day trip to Ljubljana early tomorrow morning: a bag of toiletries, a notebook and pen, two pairs of socks, a credit card, the last issue of The Economist, a Swiss Army knife, a bottle of fine Rioja, a box of condoms, a set of keys, a mobile phone, a windbreaker, and a wool hat. Yes, the passport and ticket, too, as well as one-hundred and fifty pounds in cash.

Addendum (November 30, 2016)

A box of condoms? Yes, I was to meet my beloved in Ljubljana. She was to drive from Zagreb for our brief reunion. As my second marriage was breaking apart, my beloved and I were getting closer and closer. Unbeknownst to us at the time, the first year of the new millennium would be the crucial one in our lives. After many a calamity that year, I decided to retire for good. A year later, I bought my house in Motovun. Two years later, I moved there, too. But I was innocent of all this as I was packing my knapsack when this piece was penned. All I knew was that I was traveling light…