Soon after I put on one of my favorite compact disks from Africa, an elderly German renting a neighboring house knocked at my door. The music was too loud for him and his elderly wife. My doors and windows were closed, but I still put the volume down. After all, he must have come to Motovun because he had read an ad about the peace and quiet in our town. A short while later, one of my more distant neighbors started mowing his lawn with a loud mower, and then a bunch of very loud motorcycles sped along the Mirna. Pray, who should I complain to? After all, I came to Motovun in search of the peace and quiet just like the elderly German couple next door.