Over our morning coffee in one of our favorite Zagreb cafés, we are talking about some events that took place while we were apart. “Ah,” I conclude at some point, “what we need is a manual on human behavior.” Based on credible information, it would offer guidance on what to expect from humans under a wide range of circumstances. “It would show that race, religion, wealth, and the like have nothing to do with the basic characteristics of the species,” I add. When I start enumerating these characteristics, many of which are outright appalling, my beloved interrupts me. “Let’s go to the store before lunch,” she says. “We need a whole bunch of things.” She knows well enough what I think of humans. And she is tired of my tirades about the need for yet another hundred-thousand years of evolution at least. I follow her without a word, but the manual is still ricocheting around my mind. Alas, it would take a Martian to write it!