I am sitting in one of my favorite Zagreb cafés when a man walks in. I look up from my laptop and am staggered by what I see: the man has no face. When I focus, I realize that he is black. My confusion only goes to show how many black people there are in the Croatian capital. Almost none. And that is why someone with no face surprises me every few months. I would never get confused in this way either in the States or in Britain, where there are black people galore. As it turns out, the black man who has just walked in speaks with an American accent. Sitting a few tables away from mine, he is talking to a Croatian woman. My confusion would annoy both of them, I can tell.