"What did you study?"
"Math."
This night, Savka was a DJ at Kandinsky Bar, and she played Led Zeppelin, AC/DC, Rush, Elton John, Beatles, Bowie, Dylan and R.E.M., etc.
"This is what I listened to in high school."
One moment, you're immersed in calculus, then suddenly, you're running for your life and scrounging for everything, like an animal, though you're relieved to not be punctured, shredded or crushed. Only figuratively destroyed, you push forward, and before you know it, your pitiful role is almost over, so that, finally, you'll be equal to everybody else.
Still, Savka flashed the biggest smile, showing nothing but joy, toughness and gums.
The bright bar had people of all ages, plus a lounging dog. The NO SMOKING sign was clearly meant as a joke, for there were ashtrays all over. In the bathroom, there were six poems, pinned to a corkboard. A nine-year-old boy wore a "GOOD VIBES" T-shirt.
Here and now, at least, life's normal, and that's more than good enough. Maskless, Serbian smiles blossom.
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