Thus the sign on the T-shirt of one of the four effeminate boys of about nineteen sitting next to me in the Kolding Caffe. I cannot see the sign on the T-shirt of his identical twin sitting next to him, but it must be revealing, too. The boys are as gay as gay can be, and they are enjoying themselves to the best of their ability. I am fascinated by the identity of the identical twins, whose gestures and expressions are effeminate to boot, but the sign I can see strikes me as a forecast. And an apt one. The future will be raved away, and the boys know it already even in the capital of Croatia. But it will take a while for the rest of us to pick it up from their T-shirts. Nothing to it, though. All it takes to read the future nowadays is a tiny bit of plain old English.