As I am walking through one of Zagreb’s busy squares, I chance upon a Japanese couple.  They are tourists, and they are all eyes.  In their late fifties or early sixties, they look me over from head to foot.  “Oh,” I feel like stopping them in their tracks, “I am here on a visit, just like you!”  Appalled by being identified with the city of my birth, I restrain myself with all my might.  If only I were Japanese, too!