Yesterday the oldest person I knew didn’t wake up in her nursing home bed.
She was 97, and the last thing I heard about her is that two guys were sweet for her. Not bad at all. She played cards deep in the old age, they say it’s good to keep this brain of ours occupied. She lived in Hrastnik, Slovenia, all her life and obviously the life there, despite the mines and the industry, is not so bad. Goodbye, Mici, and keep winning those hands.
In the first photo below is a scene in Orbetello (click on it to view the gallery) that I have been passing for the last three years. Well, it’s really in colour. A few weeks ago I decided to stop and have a look around what is obviously a cemetery. The door was closed but not locked so I went in.
The cemetery was surprisingly jovial and full of life, or so it seemed in the approaching golden light. For sure we don’t get to have any cyclists in Slovenian cemeteries. Nobody appeared to be around, but after a few quick snaps, before I could pay attention to charming details, I was cordially asked to leave by an employee because the cemetery was closed for the night. Good to know that my time is yet to come. Maybe I better not return so soon.
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