At the entrance of a busy shopping mall in central Zagreb there are several screens with computer-generated news. One half of each screen is taken by a color photograph, the other half by about fifty words of text, which is easy to read without stopping. The screens change every twenty seconds or so. As my beloved and I are walking through the entrance, my eyes catch a photograph of a couple on a beach. The text is about holiday romance. The screen changes, and a bearded man pops up. His shirt is covered with blood. The text is about close to four-hundred people recently massacred by government troops in Syria. The screen changes again, and the face of an actress pops up. I turn my head away before I could read the text. “That’s exactly how people around the rich world witnessed the war in Yugoslavia twenty years ago,” I chuckle. My beloved is not amused, though. She was in Yugoslavia as it kept falling apart for years.