The next morning, Sila was up early, translating a local article into Slovene, only this time he didn’t care enough to tell her the results.
Sliding off the top bunk, Joanna exited the room in kung food fighting t-shirt and OB knickers and brushed her teeth in the bathroom one door down, half-listening in on the two blonde women speaking Polish next to her.
She didn’t know for sure it was Polish, it was more of a guess, based on its tonal similarity to one of the guys she’d taken up to the top of the hill in Ljubljana. He was Polish, or so he claimed. With a masters in Life, Literature & Thought. And an ex-girlfriend from Turkey.
It was strange, why did she remember all that?
Maybe cos he was the only one who tried to fuck her on the path leading up to the hill?
As she brushed her teeth she said cha ah a few times then cha yune, then zau la as she left the hostel and walked to the train station timetable to see if anything was running that day.
The board was light-less and full of CANCELLATO, so she steered left and asked the man behind the glass.
‘No train, 2 days.’