Do you understand this feeling? This breeze, Which has travelled from regions towards which I am advancing… (Mary Shelley, Frankstein) It was early December. It had snowed between 3:00 and 5:00pm. At 3:30pm it was already dark. I had left the gym, I had taken the bus 41. In front of the gym, there was a stotelė, a bus stop. I got off at Aguonų stotelė and walked along Kauno gatvę until I reached the intersection with Šopeno gatvė. It was snowing so hard that I needed a shelter. I thought of a café not far away from where I was. I was wrapped in a long coat and scarf because of the temperature and kept alerted my attention on where I had to put the feet along the sidewalk. The ice was insidious. It was easy to slip and end up lying on the ground, with the risk of breaking a leg or an arm. I was so absorbed in this exercise that I didn’t register the sounds of the darkening city around me. The whirring of the electric trolleybus running on th...
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