Bratislava felt like a tiny village even though it was the country’s capital. It was so quiet, and seeing all the people there made me wonder what people in the country were doing.
I envied all the people hanging out at cafes and bars at 4pm on a weekday. What a way to live. While I love my work, I sometimes think about what my life would have been like if I were born in Europe. It must have been pretty chill. Too bad I can never experience that. Even if I move to Europe, I’d still have to work hard to stay there, and I wouldn’t have the kind of relationships I have back home in Europe now. I can never have that.
Where do all those unlived lives go?