From time to time I am stunned by the view from my terrace. Far below, the Mirna valley seems to be a dream. It appears impossible, as well. On such occasions I cannot believe it is me who is looking at this fabulous dreamscape. It seems to me that I am somehow witnessing someone else’s experience of the wonder. The idea that an independent spirit inhabits my body then strikes me as perfectly plausible. Such flights of fancy do not last longer than a few minutes. Luckily, too.