As I am walking along a narrow street in central Zagreb, I see some way in front of me a woman in her eighties looking into a shop window. Right behind her is an illegally parked car, the only one in the whole street. Some way ahead I see a man walking in my direction. We are about the same distance from the woman. Short but round, she is leaving enough space for only one of us to squeeze by. Both the man and I slow down until we are only a couple of paces from the woman. Each of us is courteously letting the other pass by her first. And then she turns around with a big grin on her face. “Both of you are waiting for me!” she warbles blissfully. The man walks past without a word, and I turn to the woman, who giggles cheerfully all the while. “Don’t you worry,” I grin in turn. “Slowly, slowly…” As we walk away from the shop window, both of us grin from ear to ear all the way down the street.