Trafika Europe 3 - Latvian Sojourn

You sit inside and wait. Sometimes as if heard

or so you think. It seemed this way, when you went outside and came to the door. Nothing. You live with it though. Same every day

They stop, look at each other and round about

sometimes more so. like voices somehow, more or less.

It is inside you.

That. Afterwards, though, comes the day they come outside you wait for them in the house. Same day every time. Sometimes in the morning when you wake up it is as if you are stuck and you prise yourself off them. You want to stay a little more you don’t want to get up. You turn look right left in case they came. No.

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