As I sit in the Bulldog Pub in the center of Zagreb, and as I stare at the throng of passersby, I am ever more convinced of my speedy solution to Croatia’s troubles. To wit, all those with a necktie should end up in a concentration camp as soon as possible (“Pol Pot and I,” May 31, 2010). To speed up the unpleasant cleanup job, I would execute a whole bunch of them on the spot. Bang, bang. The more expensive the necktie, the quicker the verdict, too. But I am left wondering about my clever proposal. How come it is not catching up by now? And I came up with it a bit more than a couple of years ago. Plenty of time for all concerned, to be sure. I have a feeling that no-one in this country wants to follow my advice, for neckties would have disappeared by now. Alas, Croatia’s untold troubles are sure to multiply! As are the telltale neckties.