Boris Pasternak

...It was raining the day I came here in Ljubljana. And it was snowing one month later when I met Damjana. (She hasn’t got a telephone, so we sent her a telegram). She came from somewhere near Zale graveyard where she lived with her six years old daughter. She brought me an apple...

We walked for a while along her "dragon ways". It was cold and heavily snowing, in a way one would never look up to. We were talking about theatre: she was an actress and I use to be a director.

Then she took her bicycle and rode away into the falling snow.

Haven’t seen her for a year now...

From The Sequence of Tenses in Slovenian