I am sitting at my dining table, sipping wine, and smoking a fat cigar. All the doors and windows facing the terrace are wide open. After a big storm last night, the day is glorious. Boris Guina, the brother-in-law of Irina Kosanović, my next-door neighbor up Borgo, is standing on Irina’s terrace and talking to someone on his mobile phone. At the same time, a large fly is buzzing around my livingroom. The two sounds coming my way are interfering with each other. Either I cannot hear Boris because of the fly, or I cannot hear the fly because of him. By the way, Boris brought me the cigar from Zagreb, but a friend of his brought it for him straight from Cuba.