Dina Climatiano

I wanted to translate a poem, but I just couldn’t focus. The sun was shining so brightly for the first time in what feels like a long time, and I couldn’t help myself. I went exploring.

I was not disappointed, as apart from gorgeous winter dusk lighting I managed to find over-the-top Christmas decorations that have yet to be taken down, an abandoned pier, and my pièce de resistánce for today: an old communist looking slide.

This not-quite-ancient relic feels like a metaphor for something – modern living, postcommunist capitalism, or maybe it’s simply what happens to dreams after they’re done coming true, or some other cynical take on the world we live in. Still, for an old slab of concrete, it’s pretty damn beautiful.