Fjaka is a kind of philosophy. It’s a special state of mind in Dalmatia and Boka. A noble inclination to plan nothing, doctors say. Everything important can wait until tomorrow. It is a filigree lethargy before which there is nothing and after which will be what must be. “I don’t care”, “I’m in a rut”, “Let me stop”, “Call me yesterday”, “Pass me by”, “How long will this go on?”… these are some symptoms of fjaka. Fjaka during winter can have darker and more depressive hues, but passes just like the fjaka in the summer. No fjaka is permanent, and after it passes, we face life. Life in Boka!