Trafika Europe 7 - Ukrainian Prayer

Quiet Flows the Una

you pull apart a worm it has no choice but to reveal everything. Should I watch the fish and the movement of that incredible mass of water towards the Black Sea? Or should I sit on the wooden bench under the quince tree to smell its flowers and the plantago and wild chamomile?

with my shoes on, something strictly forbidden. My Grandmother was in the living room, kneeling on her sheepskin prayer rug and facing the floor, which was a little steep on the river- side because the house was gradually sliding down the sandy bank. I had to go along withmy grandmother’s peace because she was miracle- worker and at the same time a paragon of modesty who never boasted about her powers, which made them flourish in my fantasy even more. The whole day was ahead of me and I didn’t know what to do next. Should I search for purple earthworms in my Grandmother’s cellar, where discarded things have lain for time out of mind? When

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