Croatia is up shit creek, but few people seem to care about it. The economy is collapsing, the former prime minister is in foreign jail, the government is stalemated, corruption is rife, the European Union seems ever farther away, climate change threatens left and right, but all that the media still focus on is, well, tits. And no kidding. Tits. The bigger, the better. Wherever you look, there are tits. And nothing but damned tits. When you try to point this out to the few Croatians you still wish to talk to, at least briefly if rarely, they just laugh and wave their hands dismissively. “We’ve been through much worse,” they boast. “War!” they sigh by way of explanation. As there are few things indeed that can beat war in terms of horror, that is the end of the argument. As well the end of all worry. Whatever comes Croatia’s way, it cannot beat war. Which is where all those tits come from, of course. “We’re up shit creek,” you can guess the logic of the media, “but look at these fabulous tits!” Come to think of it, my problem with all this is that I am hardly impressed by tits, no matter how huge.