Thus a sign in silver lettering embroidered into a crimson tuque I just spotted in a window of a fashion store in the center of Zagreb. I would have never looked into the window, but I almost bumped into a woman in her late thirties or early forties who was staring into it only to start walking again in my direction without paying any attention onto what was in front of her. As far as I could gather, the tuque seemed to be of special interest to her. And it sums up the very zenith of this civilization of ours. Rome II, as it were. Caviar is one of the most exclusive victuals around to this day, and cocaine cannot but make it even more luxurious and scrumptious, as well as memorable. I have no idea who is behind this fashion item bearing the formula of bliss, but the store struck me as well endowed with top brands. Amazingly, the sign is also perfectly legal nowadays. As I was walking away from the window, I felt almost thankful to that silly woman who was staring into it. Unwittingly, she made Rome II so much more palpable to me.