A memory of a summer day with perhaps not as many doors but with the kind of urban sights that I miss the most.
I’m a city girl, no way around it. My tenth year in rural Tuscany finds me relaxed, still marvelling at the pine-green and sky-blue palette that surrounds me, and yet pining for signs of life that we don’t get here. (They are in Rome but I don’t go there either much these days.)
That’s why I enjoyed the drive and walk around my city of origin, Ljubljana in Slovenia, with my sister on this August day, especially Trubarjeva St. where our walk ended with the best falafel in town.
The last image in the gallery happened a few hours later on my walk to a regular preventive check-up. I wouldn’t pay this wall special attention hadn’t I known what was behind the next corner: the Oncology Ward.
The local band 2227 sang a long time ago: “No brains no tumors.” The test was all clear, but it wasn’t brain. I give my thanks for that, and let’s do it on all the other days as well.