I am sitting at the outdoor terrace of Bulldog Pub only a few tables from Miljenko Jergović, one of the leading Croatian writers. I know his face from the newspapers, where he is often celebrated as such, and so do all the others sitting around or walking past his table. This is pretty obvious from their quick glances in his general direction. It must be a pleasure of sorts to be so well known in the center of Zagreb. A fair recompense for writing in a language only a few million people can read, I guess, not to mention the few hundred who actually read his writings, as well.