Thus the name of some silly eyeglasses for men that I have just spotted in the window of a store with suchlike crap in the center of Zagreb. The young man wearing them in a picture on display was ridiculous at best with his defiant look and puckered lips. I could not believe my eyes. I felt like laughing, but I just kept frowning as I stared at the picture. “My game,” I sighed as I walked away from the window, “my rules!” Contemporary capitalism running amok. Anything goes, including complete and total fabrications. “All is burning,” I mumbled after the Buddha as I gathered pace on my way through the city. “Silly old man,” I sighed again, “don’t look, don’t listen, don’t smell, don’t taste, don’t feel!” After a few more steps, I went for the clincher: “Don’t think!”