Zagreb feels different this afternoon. There is a bounce in the air. Many young people look exceedingly happy, almost jubilant. And especially the young men, who seem to have sprouted wings all of a sudden. Many of them have Croatian flags draped over their shoulders. Also, there are many policemen in the center of the city. They look formidable in their riot gear, but they seem to be jubilant, as well. This evening Croatia will battle against Turkey once again. Soccer. The Turks lost quite badly in Istanbul a week or so ago, and the rematch in Zagreb will take place in a few hours. According to the last count, some four-million versus seventy-million people, and counting. God only knows who will win this time around, but I feel quite jubilant, too. “Far superior to war,” I keep repeating to myself ever anew, “far superior to war!” Wherever I go, a big grin is etched on my face.