A gathering place attractive to the young people living in the Croatian capital popped up in my beloved’s block less than a year ago. Ever since, weekends are much less pleasant than before. There is much shouting and what goes at singing well past midnight. Predictably, Fridays and Saturdays are the pits. My beloved and I are often awoken by inarticulate yelps from the street. Mornings are even worse, though. The pavement around the new nightclub is splattered with vomit. And loads of it. Judging by the partly digested food spewed all over the place, most of the young people binge on pizzas before binging on beer. That is the combination of choice. Binging is the word, too. Although I am annoyed by the noise and the vomit, I feel kind of sorry for the young people. The world is disappearing from under their feet. Binging is their best bet in this day and age. Pizza and beer. The twin pinnacles of this failing civilization.