I had lunch with Vojin Tošić, a good old friend from highschool. We have been close ever since. He is retired from the University of Belgrade, but he is still very active as an emeritus professor. Among other things he told me, he is worried about that Belgrade is rapidly becoming a Caribbean capital of sorts. “Entertainment,” he raised his eyebrows, “everything’s entertainment nowadays!” As an example of this trend, he mentioned Pink Television, of which I have already heard. I have never seen any of it, but I remember hearing about news combined with striptease. As we were saying goodbye after lunch, he asked me about my impressions of the city. I started by telling him about the myriad air-conditioning boxes that I noticed upon arrival, but then I switched to something much more serious. “Imagine,” I raised my eyebrows this time around, “the bookstores I remember since childhood have disappeared!” I still remember a few on my last visit nearly a decade ago, but nearly all of them have been replaced by outfits selling fashionable clothes and shoes. “That’s just another example of the pink revolution I’ve been talking about,” Vojin nodded in agreement. “Most of the youngsters couldn’t care less about books!” The felicitous phrase will stay with me for quite some time, no doubt.