Preprosto

Ker nič na tem svetu ni.Niti prva jutranja kava ki jo spiješ preden greš poslušat predavanja. Sicer neka visoka pričakovanja od kave iz menze ne moreš met,ampak ne moti me to to..Moti me, da ljudje ne poslušajo kaj govorim. Sploh. Rečem: V največjo šalčko,ja tole za Latte Machiatto hočem kavo. Eno tako fuul dougo..Tako.. Skori do vrha. Reče gospa: Okej. Pa si mislim: uuu celo razumela je. Usedem se za šank..In čakam..Stisne gumbek za kratko kavo..Si mislim: Dobro,mogoče gumb ne dela drug.Steče tisti espresso,gleda ona u šalčko..Js si pa mislim: Ma kaj lahko?Jah no..Čakam..Stisne še enrat..Pogleda…Uzame šalčko in mi jo da.. Hmm,zdej nevem kaj ni razumela,sam s tem mi je takoj pokvarla dan. Mogoče se ji ni dalo al neki,ampak js če neki naročim,to tudi plačam..Pol pričakujem da bo tko kot sm naročila.Al da bo usaaaaj malo daljša kot tisti..Podaljšan espresso.Ah ja.Plačam,srknem enkrat,kave ni več in grem. Odmor.Ista stvar v bližnji kavarni.Pa lepo razložim,še z rokami kažem kako velika šalčka,kolko kave..In evo ti ga spet. Pa dej ne no.Al se jih res,prau reeeees ne da me poslušat…Al karkoli.Ah. Sploh nevem zkaj sm to ubistvu zdej napisala Se mi je dalo..Malo frustracije delit…Z nekom Da gremo na stvar..Zdej..En tekst..Sicer v angleščini.Na osnovni ravni znanja…Ampak…Napisano je razumljivo.

I walk towards cementery.On my way I hear nothing but a few birds singing.It’s a beautiful sunny dan. I smell leaves decomposing.And candles.My path is concrete road full of small rock on the side. On my right and left side there are fields. I’m falking for about 5 minutes now and finally.. I arrive to large metal doors with a sign: Ressurectio. I stop and look at a sign for a minute. I’m thinking about a person. About the reason why am I going to this place actually. All my senses shut down. I hear nothing but my thoughts and memories. I smell something that’s long time lost. Smell of his parfume. It was fading away,but I still try to remember what was the smell like. I couldn’t remember. The smell was his. And that’s all it mattered in that moment. I step thrue metal doors. Walk a little and then I sit. I sit by his grave. I thought I was there only a short time. Suddenly,my phone rings. I now see it’s dark outside and on my display screen I see my brother’s name. His name,who has birthday on the same date HE had one.

In memoriam: Z.T. 14.11.1970-10.6.1992