I watched a woman. A woman with soft blond hair, blond eyes and dark for a Slavic Bulgarian skin. She was beautiful …and so tired.
In the metro we traveled together for a few stops.
I watched her.
She was interesting – the reason – maybe because I drunk a couple of cups of wine and was just affected by her unusual lethargy… or maybe she was just so interesting because of her typical lethargy of an ordinary Bulgarian woman.
It was devastating – the typical part and also how out of the ordinary the image was. A tired beautiful woman who would have been so much beautiful if she had enough money or happiness.
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