Whisper

I took my sоn on a walk trough the city searching for old houses. When I told him where we are going his conclusion was that we will visit the old part of the city. He always likes to walk up the hill to the Fortress and listen to the stories and legends of ancient times.  For me as a tour guide it is a habit telling them over and over again.

This time we took different route. We were visiting other old houses, most of them build in 1830’s, prevalent in the city center, hidden between the new modern buildings as if they are ashamed of being neglected and forgotten.

It was interesting to see signs of life in some of the houses, but most of them were empty, waiting to be replaced with some modern construction. As my son Stefan whispered with mystery in his voice these are…

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