As I am strolling through a sunlit park in the center of Zagreb, I notice a couple in their late teens standing under a tall tree. She is laughing her head off, and he is making all sorts of funny sounds while he is touching his head and grimacing for all to see. “Argh,” I hear him from afar. “Yuck!” As I am walking past them I realize that a bird must have shat on his head. “Argh,” he keeps complaining at the top of his voice while gaping at his fingers. “Yuck!” Only birdshit, of course. Judging by his reaction, this is his first experience of this sort. Judging by her reaction, there is much to talk about to all and sundry for quite a while. “Imagine,” I can almost hear her giggling with her closest friends, “a bird shat right on his head!” The reaction will be unanimous: “Yuck!” One way or another, the story is bound to end up on Facebook or some other social network in vogue at the moment. Who knows, it may well be there already, in which case likes must be piling up at a clip.