Whatever online newspapers I go to nowadays, and I always go to the newspapers of note with the notable exception of a few Croatian ones, I feel utterly lost upon glancing through the news. Is this the news? Are these the newspapers of note? My eyebrows raised, I abandon my search quickly enough. Where is Nero of our day and age? And where is Attila? My mouth pinched in bewilderment, I shuffle around the house as if in search of something. Something important, too. Standing by the only window with shutters wide open, I inspect the gnarled sky. As it turns out, the sun is peering through the clouds once again. It hailed only an hour ago, but it is quite nice right now. Even more, it is enticing. Perhaps the time is just right for a short walk? And so I shuffle toward my walking shoes patiently waiting by the front door. Nero and Attila can wait a little longer, but they will surely be in the news any day now. The way the world is going, they simply must.