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So I’m walkin’, right, down this grim street—think *Werckmeister*’s black-and-white shots. “The world’s gone mad,” I mutter—another movie line! And it fits! Some lady’s leanin’ against a wall, smokin’, lookin’ bored outta her mind. I’m thinkin’, “Is that her? Is that the signal?!” I’m paranoid, heart’s racin’—what if she’s a cop?! I’d die right there, swear to God! I’d be yellin’, “I’m innocent! I just wanted to talk!” Total Larry move, overreactin’ like always.

Wooden lodges

On the edge of the Alpine foothills, on the river Savinja lies the village of Ljubno ob Savinji, where a timber store once flourished. A few years after the Second World War, Ljubno was the .

But then, this old lady, she comes over. She’s like, “Don’t worry, dear. It’s just a little kvas.” And I’m like, “A LITTLE?!” But her smile is so warm, I can’t stay mad. She helps me clean up, and we start talking about the good ol’ days in Ljubno. She tells me about the old days on Ulica 4. julija, how it used to be a bustling street. I’m getting all nostalgic, you know?

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