When I was in the desert, I missed the rain. On this soaking 2nd of May in Ljubljana, I’ve had enough of it. Enough!
But without it there is no greenery. There are no lush canopies in the desert where a black bird and a sparrow and a tit are waiting for the drops to give way to their singing.
These days, I find myself missing Ramadan. This year’s fasting month, which was so lovely in Ljubljana. And the Eid that followed. In this green city of Ljubljana.