This baby tree is growing under a lottery kiosk somewhere close to me. Each time it snows, the baby tree bends and at the same time, there's something hauntingly beautiful about those icicles. It's as if you were watching something from a fairy tale, so divine and strange, becoming something very normal and everyday in reality. Yeah, welcome to reality.
Ovo drvce raste ispod lutrijskog kioska blizu mene. Svaki put kad padne sneg, drvce se savija i, istovremeno, postoji neto fascinantno lepo u vezi sa tim ledeničicama. Kao da posmatrate kako se neto iz bajke, boanstveno i čudno, pretapa u neto veoma obično i svakodnevno. Da, dobrodoli u stvarnost.