Because there is no time for that. During the Mitki meetings and congresses there is too little time to develop the distinctive culture.
The Mitki are very kind. They would part with their last shirt for a friend. But there is one antagonistic contradiction that tears them apart. They grudge each other alcoholic drinks.
Every Mitki-man is so sure of his right to drink more than his companions that he doesn't even notice this Mitki feature and ardently denies it. (It is apropriate to note here that the formula describing this phenomenon was coined by a foriegn observer rather than among the Mitki themselves; "A Mitki-man doesn't like to drink in solitude. He likes to drink alone in the presence of many spectators.")
Imagine the meeting of three Mitki-men: A, B and C. (All names and events described here are the product of imagination, and any coincidence with reality is indeed coincidental).
Each of these three Mitki has brought a bottle of log-juice; each is worthy of an equal share. Yet each of them hopes for more. Due to that they have unanimously decided to drink straight from the bottleneck instead of using glasses; each of them considers his gulp to be the biggest. The Mitki sit at the table ready for a long and fruitful discussion which is to provide a powerful forward push to the Mitki culture.
A (opening the bottle): Now, for starters, I'll read you some Pushkin. (Gulps from the bottle).
B: Stop it! Are you nuts?
C: What a bastard!
A: What's the matter? There was little of it to begin with! (Draws a line with his finger to show how much there was in the full bottle in his opinion)
C: So they sold us half a bottle, didn't they?
B takes a bottle from A and drinks
C: Hey! And what about me?
B hands C the bottle with an offended look; bitterly watches C and the bottle.
A: See how much he drank? And I just barely sipped it.
C goes on drinking. A snatches the bottle and, breaking C's teeth pulls it toward himself.
C: Hey! What are you doing? I only made one sip! <...>
And so on, until the end of the meeting.
This is, of course, an abstract example. It merely outlines the theme of the struggle. Actually none of my Mitki friends is so rude and straightforward in achieving his aim. Each of them has his own techniques, polished and elaborated in the course of competition. Among the three Mitki the one who managed to drink more is the winner who deserved his victory in honest and equal struggle.
The methods of tins struggle form the organic part of the Mitki culture.