Went for lunch with Veronika. Spent a long time looking for somewhere open and different. Ended up somewhere just along from the new building of the National Theatre. Caught the tram 22. Just before, she told me she should have had her period last week. I misunderstood at first. Then was very confused. Hoping. Against1.
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I remember with extreme clarity standing on a very long elevator, rising slowly out of the ground at Naměsti Metro, and not wanting to become a father — wanting extremely much not to become a father.