Surrounded by thousands of people in a café in the middle of Zagreb, I easily slip into a delicious meditative state. Known by only a few in this city, I fear no unwelcome interruption, with the exception of an occasional beggar. Immersed in the babbling crowd, I sit and stare to my heart’s content. Suspended in the mid-day glow, I am nowhere. Completely alone, I am enchanted by colors, sounds, shapes, and smells that reach me from time to time. The top of a mountain for a state-of-the-art yogi.