The pedestrian zone in central Zagreb is crawling with social caricatures of all sorts. They come into my focus one at a time, but I relish them all. This afternoon I am enchanted by the businessman caricature. In his late forties or early fifties, he struts about with a solemn mien. He is portly and his cheeks are swollen, suggesting many a scrumptious business meal. His thinning hair is cropped short, thus accentuating his puffy look. He is so erect with pride, there is a danger he will topple backwards. Although it is a few sizes too small for him, his suit is on the stylish side. Or at least it used to be a few years back. His smart shoes glisten all day long, suggesting a life confined to cafés and restaurants. A bulging briefcase slows him down, as well as tilts him to one side, but he lugs it with gusto. If he is talking to someone on his mobile phone on his way to or from his car, he is frowning in a knowing sort of way. As his eyes dart hither and thither, his attention is reserved for his own kind. Caricatures all, businessmen salute each other with dignity befitting their exalted social status. Croatia’s future is in their able hands, of course.