the ferry
The ferries on the dam are running again.
Tomáš and I have conversations now, every Saturday after the market. He makes very bad tea in the back of the shop and we disagree about books. Today he asked if I would like to take the ferry to Veveří castle with him one Sunday.
I said no, too soon. He said fine, and went back to complaining that Kundera writes in French now.
I walked home the long way and thought about it the whole way.