Coming back home, I always pass on the same paved sidewalk on the right side of a tiny road. Pavers dating back to when the town wasn’t urban, are starting to fall away from the sidewalk and the flow of people crossing it is making this sidewalk an adventurous path.
When all of my body is trining to not fall my ears aren’t forgotten by the constant noise of engines and tires not absorbing the shock of uneven pavement.
My eyes looking for obstacles during this long grueling path, have sometimes seconds to look at tall buildings surrounding road ans making it even more narrow. I can feel every morning and evening a little bit of claustrophobia.
The only thing that I’m pleased about is the delicious smell of the bakery. When I passed trough it bringing me back to my childhood when my grandparents took burning cookies or buns out of the oven.
When all of my body is trining to not fall my ears aren’t forgotten by the constant noise of engines and tires not absorbing the shock of uneven pavement.
My eyes looking for obstacles during this long grueling path, have sometimes seconds to look at tall buildings surrounding road ans making it even more narrow. I can feel every morning and evening a little bit of claustrophobia.
The only thing that I’m pleased about is the delicious smell of the bakery. When I passed trough it bringing me back to my childhood when my grandparents took burning cookies or buns out of the oven.