Friday, June 01, 2018
went to b....’s in francuska street, belgrade,
again to order a slice of pizza. I think they saw me coming and there was only
one slice left. something was oozing out of it and for the moment I thought it
could have been oil, lots of it. the look on the guy’s face in there scared the shit out
of me. the lady was quick packing the slice and handing it over to me. I ate
it quickly without giving it much thought, my hungry ass is eventually going to kill me. but then I started thinking what if they had misinterpreted my earlier conceptual
work featuring their business and poured something heavy over the slice. the look on
the pizzamaker’s face should have been telling and perhaps I should have dropped the
slice into the garbage can. this is serbia, I do not know, a place where everything is
possible. the catch is - only in serbia. I feel as if I drank the drain cleaner. something's been burning my
throat all they long, coming up from the belly.
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