One of the fashion shops in my beloved’s block has recently acquired a new alarm system. For a fortnight or so, it bursts into action whenever a burly motorcycle roars past. And it goes on and on before someone manages to turn it off. It is annoying beyond belief, but I cannot be sure who or what to be annoyed about. The fashion shop must have had a burglary a month or so ago. The company that has provided it with the alarm system is most likely entirely incompetent about its deployment. But burly motorcycles have become ubiquitous all around Zagreb. They roar around the city all day and night. And so I choose to be annoyed with the authorities that allow noisy mechanical contraptions of this ilk into the city. Topmost among such authorities must be the police, which is also utterly incapable of protecting the fashion shop in our block from occasional burglaries. For all my sins, I would wish police officers all around the block. And I would wish them to stop the burly motorcycles from roaring down our street. In the case the police authorities could not come up with all the officers required, I would wish a license to kill the offending motorcyclists from the window of my beloved’s apartment. With a little bit of practice, the alarm system next door would go quiet for good. This I would solemnly promise with quite some relish of the jolly job ahead.