My Street is a Wasteland, Lora Fileva, Sofia

Posted by maria dimitrova 21-04-2006

My street is a wasteland. It has no beginning or end, no cozy parts. It's an alley covered with asphalt, dirty and alienating. My street is not alive, it doesn't speak to me. It's unfriendly -- with many lumps and holes, and missing pavements.

I have no connection with the people living in this street. They are silent, distant and always busy. I sometimes go to borrow sugar from them or listen to them talk while they are waiting for the lift.
I cross my street twice a day -- in the morning and in the evening, but I have no feeling for it. It does not belong to my world. I don’t care about anything here.

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