I was hovering over the intersection that is before Tivoli. To the right of me it was the Railway Hospital... All of a sudden I realized that I was in the air - almost parallel to the bridge where there is a railway line ... even higher. I occupied the entire space above the intersection, I was higher than the Hotel Lev!  I was... whole inside of this intersection!

All of a sudden I realize it... I think to myself, what on the earth am I doing up here in the air? Am I dead or what??? I'm dead!!! I'm dead!!! No... I'm not!!!  And I swim… fly? But where is my body? Or who am i now, where am !??

I looked down, below was me... that is, my body was there. Žare was walking next to me.

I slowly descended down into my body. We were walking, hands in hands, my hands were bloody, I was all covered in blood. Žare was also bloody. I was speaking slowly. We talked... Oh, of course I dramatized something. That I am already twenty-five years old and that my life is ruined. But he... didn't say much. He nodded and was squeezing my hand. Where am I, what's going on? I found out... that is, my other self, the one with whom the intersection was full realized this... that I was going home from a drunken party we had with the Italians in Maxi. Ah, I drank too much alcohol again. Again!!! I did that so many times and after that I lost memory of it. I never took any drugs, but alcohol yes. I have already put together pictures from the film, which must have happened to me hundred of times in the last ten years. Again this alcohol which stops my brain... again for several hours I don't know what I was doing... So embarrassing... 

I went back through my timeline and remember that my girlfriend called me to meet our old Italian friends in Maksi. First, we were in Maksi below, where the whole clan gathered. My girlfriend came with a certain Žare, who she appointed to "look after me" since I was in my periods of self-destruction again. My boyfriend which I was seven years together recently left me. A good reason for me to drink one albanian cognac after another, and after the fifth one I didn't have my awareness anymore. Or after the fourth? Who would have known that. One event jumped into another. When I'm sad and intoxicated with alcohol, I become very self-destructive. I remember that I was sitting at the table and was speaking Italian...

All of a sudden I took a glass, hit it on the table and put my hand on the broken glass. Blood splattered everywhere on the table and on other people. Someone grabbed my arm and dragged me to the bathroom.  All of a sudden, Korean people appeared there from somewhere, they were in Ljubljana at the time for a puppet festival. I saw a placard in front of Maxi.  The Koreans gave me bandages on my arm, but I tore them down. They yelled something at me in Korean, I answered them in Italian and laughed at them. I wanted my blood flowing and enjoyed the theater I was doing. Really enjoyed it. Ah, my blood is flowing out of my body. Ah, I made an impression! I need attention, attention! My boyfriend left me. And you know, I would just kill myself. Let me kill myself. My blood will just run away... Drama, such drama.

After that, I don't remember what happened, the next thing was that hovering over the intersection.

So, I was walking with Žare home and deeply debating about life. At some point, we started to kiss. We were kissing each other all the way home. Žare walked with me to the house, the only thing I remember was that he said he would call me.

Next thing I remember was in the morning at seven o'clock, when my mother and sister burst in my room, turned on the light and started shouting and waving their hands, what's wrong with me, am I okay? I didn't understand what it was. The walls of our apartment were covered in blood, as were my jeans and my shirt. They say, that my room smelled so much on alcohol, that it almost threw them out. My girlfriend later told me that Žare was also completely covered with blood.

Žare called in a week. He was embarrassed. I was embarassed. Oh, Žare had such satanic eyes...

It was such a shame, that it was the last time I was drunk to death. Last time.