Thus a sign in large red lettering on the back of a black jacket worn by a short and plump woman in her late teens or early twenties whom I just spotted in the center of Zagreb. I wonder whether she has any idea what this message means to her generation in the English-speaking world, but I am squarely behind it. Given my vision of the not-so-distant future, there is no other way forward available to today’s youth. Everyone for oneself, that is. Who survives, survives. Judging by the woman’s lavish makeup and hairstyle, though, chances are that she has no idea what her jacket blares for all to see. And in the Croatian capital, of all places. Indeed, she appears to be full of herself. Her vision of the future and my own cannot but be worlds apart. At best, she will end up as dog food.