11/01/2005

Stúrovo is veiled in mist. It crept through the city all day and now, when dusk is falling, there’s a visibility of only a couple of metres. You can’t see the other side. the bridge seems to dissapear into air.

This morning the fog forced its way into our heads. We moved through the new apartment and lost sight. Where to go? What to do? The fog lifted. We drank coffee and seated ourselves in front of our computers. Straight ahead, just keep on moving. Even when it’s the wrong direction, you’re still on the right track.

Actually it is amazingly easy to step from one life into another. When we open our eyes in the morning we wonder what we’re doing here. And what we used to do in our other life. Everything is different here but everything is the same. Outside people are walking the pavement, trees are standing along the road, water is streaming through a bed, birds are flying over our heads, shopdoors are sliding open, cars are driving to and fro. There’s grass, there are clouds, there is a city and there is a bridge.

I planted the bulbs throughout the city today. People stared. Nobody asked. These people don’t seem to be used to ask.