Not far from my table in the Kolding Caffe there sits a man in his seventies. He is completely bald. His face is crumpled. The newspapers he is reading are shaking in his hands. Held very close to his nose, they keep shaking all the while, but he reads on with commendable determination. Feeling a bit sorry for the man, I find myself looking in his direction every now and then. And then I realize that he is reading the leading Croatian sports newspaper. Sports newspaper?! All of a sudden, my compassion evaporates without trace. And I stop looking at him for good.