We drove down the Adriatic Highway from Trieste to Dubrovnik, in awe of a people and a landscape hithoto unknown to us. We were also in constant fear of committing some faux pas, for there was nobody —not even the President of Mexico— who could extricate us from any conflict with the Yugoslavian authorities if, bys some chance, we got into trouble. Nevertheless, we met many kind people: in Dubrovnik, especially, Dr. Bulic, Director of the Dubrovnik Library, received us in his office one morning and listend to a wild hypothesis about a city besieged for 10 years by an enemy coming from abroad; Dr Bulic interrupted me, explaining that his field of expertise was historical determinism, but that we should go see Mr. Vucetic, he lived only three or four short blocks from the Library, because he knew much about Homer and had made many maps. Marie Linda and I looked at each other in silence, as if to say "Bingo!".