I don’t know if there are indeed limits on the amount of time one is allowed to speak or the amount of things one is about to say on the ‘net these days. So let me just say this in nine minutes or less. The ten minutes I enjoyed alone without even the illusion of the internet in downtown Zagreb were the best ten minutes of the tour for me. I used this map. Which immediately led me to the Museum of Broken Relationships and the National Puppet Theater. If you think I’m exaggerating, I suggest that you take ten minutes and look the shit up. Way of saying, I missed you over there. A great deal. And I don’t know if I can ever forgive you. But let’s stay with that initial, primal sentiment. For now. For the whole next ten minutes. It would mean the world to me.