Stan- deskside colleague.

Stan- perhaps the first (or the only one who flirted with me)


winking at me at his arrival in the morning




Talks about the famous DIAMOND MUSEUM in Prague.

He used to hold me tight in the office, in front of all colleagues-  

Slovakian born.

Slovakian raised.

Slovakian educated.

4 languages spoken.



From a photographer addicted older mother, abandoned by her German husband.

STAN: nicotine stinky jumper from time to time.

STAN: no clear thoughts from time to time (too many pubs).

His behaviour  changed towards me within 2 year frame time.

Urgent need of fatherhood, he was no longer too young.

One morning sent a digital photo to the company, the insurance organization included

Cloud framed

Of her Slovakian woman naked, completely naked, breast feeding their baby girl.

Met him for the last time at the Universal Credit office, foggy early autumn day, but warm.

turned my glance the opposite side.

A very wide avenue, with large pavement all in good conditions, full of trees left and right.

I felt nausea of uncertainty

It started raining.

  • Author: Silvana02 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 1st, 2024 04:00
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  • Category: Sociopolitical
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