Some vistas are burned into our minds and we only realise how much so when we don’t see them for a while. And when we see them again, it’s just like it ever was, except different. Because they have not changed but maybe we have. This is driving north from the centre of my hometown, with the Kamnik Alps overlooking. This was my drive home for more than 40 years. It still is, but I have acquired a new one on top of it, one that includes zero traffic lights, one small volcano-resembling hill, one poppy field and one donkey.