about home
Yesterday on a train to Prague: By now, a “Dobry Vecer” sounds familiar. I was expecting a litte fear, to be honest, but in fact I felt somehow warmed by those words instead.
A few days ago I saw a girl in the tram while waiting for mine. She looked at me. I looked at her. I noticed her. I smiled at her. She smiled at me. The tram started to take off and I silently nodded goodbye. She replied. Nice. Good day.
The train is late, it’s dark, I’m bored. The only reason I’m not (more…)
