“I have borrowed a bike for you,” Dušan passed me the small street bike; the seat had to be adjusted for me and still I could not lean the bike on one foot without teetering over.
“Time for your tour.”
We departed from Stanica and began to ride, we rode all over the town in the dark of night. Dušan was a fantastic guide, he was silent but spoke up for important parts, allowing me to drink in what Žilina would offer me for the next few weeks. We floated through the marketplace, spooky and evil looking as covered stalls snapped their wispy black tarpeline coverings as we passed. We raced down the incline from the Square square to the Round square. I thought I’d fall over my handlebars, we were going so fast. We walked our bikes around Round square. There was a winter festival happening. Dušan and I bought hot wine. Our breath made smoke in the air.
