And its 6 weeks ago, I’m in a café in Bratislava with you, drowning in hot chocolate whilst the rain pelts down outside, adding to the greyness of the empty city. (I've never been to a capital city that is this lifeless, this abandoned)

Gotan Project plays softly in the background, I shall henceforth forever associate “Queremos Paz” with sin in a cup. We had all but 15 Euros on us, and we spend it all in that little shop.

Fast forward the weeks, the days, the hours,