Zagreb is a strange place. People who see each other almost every day do not exchange greetings until they are properly introduced to each other. In the meanwhile, they appear kind of stuck up. Avoiding eye contact, they look through each other. Or that is how I have experienced their behavior so far. Annoyed by funny looks whenever I would greet someone I have not been introduced to, I started doing the same to others. What the heck, I thought. Why go through this misery all the time? But I must confess that I feel a tad guilty about it from time to time. I can see that some people are surprised by my behavior, stuck up as it must appear, and I feel like explaining its origins to them. Hey, I am only adjusting to this weird place! But what if it turns out that I have learned how to behave from the wrong people? What if not everyone in this city is actually stuck up? Most likely I will never learn, for I do not care to talk to anyone about it. Or anything else, for that matter. Having been born in this stuck up city, perhaps I have a special knack when it comes to learning its peculiar ways. In a few short years I may look through even the best of my friends, avoiding eye contact with consummate poise.