Put u Varošu

I sit here to meditate under the fig tree stretching my feet to the street of Democracy stretching, as if to a dry bed of a once roaring river opening a mouth to tell a story, then flowing into the sea.“ Meditations in the City Garden, Nafia Akdeniz Priču o putu u Varošu sam počela da pišem već narednog jutra, u hotelskoj sobi u Nikoziji, uz instant kafu i sitnu, nečujnu, mediteransku kišu. Nastavila sam u avionu, a onda, čini mi se, i neprestano u glavi. Oko devet