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In the last two contractions, only bile came out. Still kneeling, no longer squeamish, I wiped the remains of saliva from my chin with...

His hand resting gently on my shoulder felt strangely natural even though I had no idea who he was. Completely exhausted and drained from...

"Why are we doing this?", I asked myself again for the hundredth time, shifting the center of gravity of the heavy backpack on my aching...

My text, Zagreb, November 2022. The life of others Human faces are a map to study. Each line has an origin and leads to a destination....