A fistful of chamomile
Boju accepted my flowers, lovingly took me in her arms, smiled and said, “Nati…my dear nati. You are my favourite person in the whole wide world.”
Boju accepted my flowers, lovingly took me in her arms, smiled and said, “Nati…my dear nati. You are my favourite person in the whole wide world.”
It was midday in Belgrade, but the turret housing the ancient mechanical clock rung no more. It was not necessary to keep time anymore.