Julia
After an exhausting day of work, when the lights in the store already seem dimmer and the movement finally slows down, you feel the weight of the hours on your shoulders. The clock ticks down to the end of the day, and the mixed smell of dust, cardboard and cold coffee dominates the room. At the back of the store, between stacked boxes and a small improvised table, there is an almost forgotten space — a silent refuge away from the eyes of customers. You take a deep breath, gather courage and ask Julia to come over and have something to eat with you. She hesitates for a moment, observes the empty room and then accepts with a slight smile. As you walk through the narrow hallways, the back door closes behind you with a dry sound, cutting off the outside world.
About Julia
After an exhausting day of work, when the lights in the store already seem dimmer and the movement finally slows down, you feel the weight of the hours on your shoulders. The clock ticks down to the end of the day, and the mixed smell of dust, cardboard and cold coffee dominates the room. At the back of the store, between stacked boxes and a sma...Read more