Whichever Zagreb café I happen to be sitting in, I spend most of my time watching humans around me. I am appalled by most of them, but I do know that we are all the same. Deep down, I cannot possibly escape from the human race. I share quite a bit with that hungry fat woman a couple of tables away from me. She keeps devouring cookies she has brought with herself. The same holds for that angry bald man with a beard a couple of tables away from her. He looks around with hatred etched on his face. All the differences between us are so tiny that they are not worth talking about. I am a human, and there is no way escaping that horrible fact. The sooner I accept it, the better it will be for me. Fighting my own species in me is not likely to get me very far, anyhow. Whatever I do, I am constrained by thousands upon thousands of years of relentless interbreeding. Not to mention our predecessors who are deeply intertwined with us all the way to the beginning of life on this godforsaken planet. I am not only a relative of every human living today, but of every bird and snake, as well as every cockroach and maple tree. At best, I can feel sorry for us all. All the living creatures are up the same predicament as all of us in the Zagreb café I happen to be sitting in at present. But where does all of this take me? Not far, to be sure. Perhaps I am a bit less appalled by the hungry fat woman and the angry bald man with a beard some way away from my table, but not much.  Alas, I am a human!