I’m waking up. Monday. Today is rainy, chilly. Kaja is still asleep, I have an hour for sure until she wakes up. I would now so read a good book!
I’m looking for one in vain by this flat, because every time it turns out that I here in apartment have only a few, favorite, already memorized. I remembered all that books on shelves in my apartment, in the attic in Belgrade, and becoming nostalgic. I remember the huge terrace with a deckchair and flowers.