REMÍZA
 Stories from the Book

...I understood it very quickly.

For years, I had traveled across Europe, crossing borders, learning the streets of major cities as well as forgotten villages. My van had become my second home.

The bar was crowded with people who had come to escape their own lives, to forget the burdens they carried. The air was heavy with cigarette smoke, soaked in alcohol and empty promises of a better tomorrow that never seemed to arrive. Glasses clinked together, laughter blended with curses, and countless conversations dissolved into a single endless...

...When I ran home, everything was shrouded in a thick fog.