The next day, I woke up in my warm hostel bed with the light softly leaking out from the windows. I was ashamed of my thoughts from the previous night. The impeccable blue sky seemed to mock me for my night terror because, as usual, my fears were unfounded. I left the hostel early, after…
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“Remember, remember the 5th of November.” In the UK, Brits are exploding fireworks to commemorate Guy Fawkes and his attempt to blow up the Westminster Palace. Here in Bratislava, the fireworks are all in my head, and each time this happens, like Guy Fawkes, I fail at any attempt at revolution and change.
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The World is My Book 