An idle mind is fast enough to cross a gap between dimension so that it has none. Here come to a place where there has little to do with solid things like Promises. And Time. It is a strange place for being so sweetly recieved, only in the end to be, deceived, What thing to take back to your Slow world? This place has presence at frightening speeds. You will look back and look back you will in horror and see how much, how fast, how far, and, how little Time, you Flew.

I met Maria sitting in the street not far from the church. She was begging for money. I didn’t have any change so I just greeted her smiling with my eyes peeking out between my mask and my beenie and walked on. Then I stopped and thought. I had a note in my wallet, too much to give to a beggar. But it was all I had left. I returned and kneeled beside her, asked her where she was from because obviously she wasn’t a local. She told me she was from Bulgaria. I told her my name was Anna and she said hers was Maria. The two names resonated somehow, we both felt it. She told me she had five children and collected empty gaz bottles to resell. Or maybe she wanted gaz bottles for her heating. Her French was too bad for me to properly understand what she really meant. I explained that I didn’t have any empty gaz bottles and walked away a second time. But I stopped once more, turned around, kneeled down again and put the bank note in her hand. She didn’t put it in the paper cup standing in