Lviv in July is calm.
Almost sleepy. You walk from a bench to café. From the shadow into the sun. You sit on your balcony. Contemplate over the tree. “How many peas will it deliver, this year?”, you might think. And if you are lucky, you can hear a clarinet duet. Diets preformed with crystal clear accuracy. You can take also trolley bus no. 13, and take a walk in a lushly dacha area. Admire the greeness. The insaness in all the growing.
Or you could just stay on that bench. Tell yet an other story…
