Not attracted by the “artistic” movies on offer yesterday, my beloved and I decided to watch a documentary at the film festival yesterday. It was “Going Clear: Scientology and the Prison of Belief” (2015) directed by Alex Gibney. The key characters were new to us. I have heard of Ron Hubbard, the founder of both Dianetics and Scientology, but I knew nothing about him, and I have never even heard of his successor at the helm of the “church,” David Miscavige. As far as documentaries go, I have no complaints about this particular one, but it left me feeling disgusted with my fellow humans. How could anyone ever fall for Dianetics and Scientology, as well as Hubbard and Miscavige as leaders? Besides, so many scenes of Los Angeles also disgusted me no end. How could my fellow humans ever build such a disgusting city? But I was simply stunned by what happened when the lights were turned on, and my beloved and I joined the crowd edging toward the exit: everyone I saw around us looked American to me. And the disgust I was feeling intensified to the point of intense discomfort. Of course, everyone can become an American, as well as join the Church of Scientology, Croatians included. Disgusted, I focused on the pavement under my feet and the fastest way to leave the festival ground on the way home. This is how I feel the morning after, as well. To my disgust, everyone is looking American to me still.