We walked along one of the main streets. Belgrade was still overwhelming with the intensity of the noises. The lack of my presence is a big city for so long made me unable to stand all the crackles, gratings, rumbles and horns. Suddenly I saw him. Actually I saw him again. He was still there, standing at exactly the same place as yesterday, carefully keeping chestnuts warm. Sheets of waste paper ruled into cone-shapes in four sizes were placed on his left hand side. Continue reading “Chestnuts seller”

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