A young, female traveller befriends an older Macedonian man in Ohrid and discovers some strange truths.
This short story was first published in Meanjin in 2014. It's no longer available online, but I do have a few copies of the zine version left. In any case, for your enjoyment, here is the whole story.
We – Zlatko and I – step out of the bar and onto the cobbled street. We are leaving behind us Gligor, Gligor's sudden temper and the chair he has just thrown against a wall and broken to pieces. All the way back to Zlatko's flat, we walk without talking about this or anything else. We dodge the mid-sum...
When you go to prison in Macedonia, apparently, you have to take your own cup, bowl and spoon.
First published in Transnational Literature in 2012. I also self-published it as a zine in 2012.
Zharko, Alek and I are sitting together on this warm summer night under a dudinka, a mulberry tree, enjoying some rakija, home brew, soda and wine. The Ohrid lakeside breeze is blowing gently over us and Alek, with wry eyes, is telling me, he is telling us (me and Zharko) about prison in Macedonia. From experience. How you have to take your own cup and bowl and spoon.