Friday Night in the center

Maren (a German girl from outside of Bremen who is doing an internship here in Ljubljana) and I were walking to the bus stop after dinner and two glasses of wine. We had ordered an ‘oh shit why didn’t he tell us’ size pizza from Ljubljanski dvor. The service was mediocre and we ended up having to ask for a bill and a box to take our leftovers home. The box was not free either; 100 tolars. I decided we should go into old town and drink at a nice little café with an old time atmosphere. We had two glasses of semisweet wine and played gin for a few hours. We left the place around 11.30, just before the last bus headed home to Šentvid. As we entered Kongressni Trg (Congress Square) our eyes both caught the man standing 5 meters ahead of us. He looked as if he was going to take a leak but he was standing in the wide open space of the small square. Normally, it is assumed that you should at least try to find the biggest, fattest tree in order to conceal your public urination. He had the concept a little jumbled with all the components put together in a strange way. He had chosen to piss on a sapling which he stood taller than and which his member was probably thicker than. Steam began to rise into the air as his hot piss arched into the cold night air. That poor sapling had no chance to fulfill its natural born role. It was too young; not mature enough. I looked at Maren and said something. She said, “Yeah”. I wonder if it was a statement on his part or if he really didn’t know that he would have been just as covered if he had been in the middle of the street. He could have drained on the sidewalk and it would have been of little difference. The strange things you see. But not the first time.