“In the winter you could see them sitting on the benches by the war memorial. The cold couldn't touch them in those days. They drank mulled wine from thermos flasks and smoked their cigarettes hastily, as if they might warm… — Zoran Drvenkar Copy Share Image
This isn't the end, and a beginning looks different. This is the moment in between, when everything still looks possible. — Zoran Drvenkar Copy Share Image
“In the winter you could see them sitting on the benches by the war memorial. The cold couldn't touch them in those days. They… — Zoran Drvenkar Copy Share Image
