The Death of the Fox
The Death of the Fox

Summary/Abstract: It was a winter night. The heating system did not work. Electricity went off very often. The people came in, peeped through the door, and seeing that there were not many people inside, closed it. It was the middle of the week. Wednesday. One of those Skopje winter months. Skopje has many winter months. The bar looked sad, dominated by yellow light. That felt good. Like relief from the fog. Or more precisely, something that only seemed like relief from the fog, as there is no relief from the Skopje fog. The light in the bar was a kind of deception. But sometimes even that is enough. But this evening it was not enough. I drank beer, drifting in and out of the music, making occasional small talk with the people inside, and I smoked like a prisoner on death row. In the middle of the middle of the week.

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