"I’ll just go on living here in this abandoned apartment, and when the city comes to demolish it, I’ll find another place”
L
ulu came around in the evening to check on Bugi.
“What’s going on?” he asked. “You took the day off today?”
“I’ve had it.” Bugi shut his eyes and moved closer to the wall. “I can’t do this. Let other people go and rent nice apartments, wear nice clothes, and live like decent human beings. I don’t have the koach for it. I’ll just go on living here in this abandoned apartment, and when the city comes to demolish it, I’ll find another place.”
“What happened?” Lulu probed cautiously.
“Nothing. Something so stupid it’s not even worth talking about.” Bugi burrowed deeper into his blanket, almost hugging the gray, peeling wall.
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