If I try real hard, I can sometimes focus my attention to the sound of the wind blowing through the trees or leaves sweeping across the ground instead of loud buses, cars honking their horns and people yelling and speaking in a strange language.
I look at Adelina, and I can see that she is enjoying herself as well, even though were not talking. Were both just sitting here, enjoying our surroundings and each others presence. She hasnt stopped smoking since we sat down. She uses the last of the cigarette she smokes to light the next one before she puts it out. Her hair is a mess, and her sunglasses have definitely seen better days, they look like someone must sat on them and. She looks funny, but beautiful and perfect at the same time.
There are pigeons everywhereon the sidewalk, on the floor, in the trees and in the bushes behind me. I wonder if this is really their city were in, and theyre just gracious enough to let us live among them. They seem almost human, preoccupied with the routine of their everyday life. Some of them are walking around, like maybe they have somewhere to be, and they just dont know which direction to go. Others are eating crumbs like theres no tomorrow, perhaps they know winter is coming and they will need all the sustenance they can get in order to survive. And