It is drizzly and murky, as it has been the last few days. The fall is finally upon us. The misty air is still and the leaden sky seems to be hanging just above the city. The weather is most likely responsible for the state of my mind this morning. I am all eyes. My brain rather quiet, I am staring at the world surrounding me. Faces attract me most. Although I am aware of my stare, which people pick up rather quickly, I cannot suppress it. With few exceptions, I see caricatures all around me. This man has a chilly pepper for a nose. That woman has a triple chin that bulges out like a ripe melon. Fascinated, I keep looking for the most stunning caricatures around. And then I notice that the few animals that can be found in central Zagreb offer a brief relief. There are no caricatures of pigeons or sparrows among these birds. They are just pigeons and sparrows. Reassured that my brain is not playing tricks on me, I turn my gaze back to my own kind. The heavily made up eyes of a middle-aged woman walking past give me a jolt. She returns my stare with a vengeance, too. Gosh, where is a pigeon when one needs it?