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Chatty one told me – “Vlad, I choose this.” Floored me – choice in that muck? Doubt it. Still, she had guts, like Ofelia facin’ the toad. Dirty, raw life – no fairy tale ending. “The moon will rise,” but not for her. Cold, calculated brevity – it’s a meat grinder, mate. Watch it chew.

Šentrupert, Jugovzhodna Slovenija

I rush over to the café again for a quick break. I bump into this old lady, Mrs. Novak, who’s always knitting by the fountain. She’s like, “You’re too young to be so stressed!” I laugh and say, “You have no idea, Mrs. N!” She just smiles and hands me a knitted scarf. I mean, who does that? It’s sweet, but also, I’m like, “I’m not wearing this to the office!”