Marijuana in Ljubljana

I went about the streets of Old Town whistling song I had learnt as I child. I knew little more. I knew the pacifying heat of the Caribbean. I knew the splendor of the architecture of Ljubljana. I knew of the rustic dirt of Bombay and the crooked cold afternoons of Norway. The shadows peeping at me were smiling . I was depressed. The world around me was colored blue. Slight patches of black in the middle. I knew I was about to join those in the coffee shops of Amsterdam and on the streets of Dublin. For the first time in life, music made me cry. Yeah.

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4 thoughts on “Marijuana in Ljubljana

  1. I like the way you describe things here, my favorite lines “The world around me was colored blue. Slight patches of black in the middle.” and the smiling shadows were very interesting.

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