At long last, I have seen a piece of art entirely to my liking in the very center of Zagreb. And in a public place, a restaurant my beloved and I consider our own. It is a mural. Only one color in two shades is involved. It is beige. The background is slightly darker than the foreground. The composition is divided into three vertical fields by quick strokes with a wide brush. The one to the left is the most narrow, whereas the other two are roughly the same size. There is a column of four white dots in the left field, and there are two columns of four white dots in each of the remaining two fields. The dots are quickly daubed with the same wide brush. On our way out of the restaurant this evening, we stopped to marvel at the mural. Several waiters joined us. “The best painting in this place,” I pointed it to them. “So expressive, so spontaneous!” The waiters nodded in agreement. “The boss should keep it,” I added. The waiters nodded again with big grins on their faces. Sadly, the mural is as ephemeral as murals come. The house painters will finish it in a day or two. I was not kidding, though. God forbid.