It is amazing to observe women who consider themselves good looking and well appointed in one of Zagreb’s untold cafés. The preening. The gesturing. The languishing looks. The sighs. The artful display of every accessory worth catching attention. The mischievous disdain of eager onlookers. The only thing that they miss, and they always miss it without a remainder, is the staggering stupidity in their painted eyes. This is well beyond them for all times to come. The inborn stupidity.