Decadence of sleepless summer nights and fast food
It's 2 AM. I've had one of those evenings that are hardly good for me, but from time to time I choose to indulge in them anyway. Without any intention to go to bed I stretch myself on the sofa, reading Smrt slovenske primadone (Death of Slovenian Primadonna) and wondering about the ending of her story. The pain in my stomach reminds me it's been more than half a day since I last had a meal. ...