Budva-Nothing shines until you unwrap it.

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Nothing shines until you unwrap it.

I went to the magical theatre in Budva and sat in the very last row. The seat next to me was not empty.

What is your name?

Budva, the troll said.

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I saw you in the waiting room, I told him.

Everybody sees me there. Nobody looks.

This city is a waiting room. People frozen in time and space here — but the nature, wild and alive.

The offers are in seven cups. Fame, money, gambling, sex, and you guess the rest. Money for the thing you don’t want. Time with the people you don’t want to be with. That is the price of the ticket.

A false light floats on top of the city like a cloud. Casinos, showtimes, five-star hotels going up along the water — cutting the breath of the city. They put it there themselves.

And the black mountain is still standing. Still giving them resilience. But nobody looks behind them.

Where do you live? I asked.

In a cave. In the black mountain.

They say nobody wants to meet you.

People are afraid, he said. And he was smiling.

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My second gift was from Luna — a stay in Budva. The first gift is hiding in Porto. That is another story. Go find it.

Barefoot on the sand at CÔCO Beach. Rosé on the beach — with ice. Some said it is a crime to put ice on it.

And a sound all around, like a drum. Low pitched, resilient, and powerful.

What the troll said next — that part is in the book.

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Thirteen pages with the watercolours, each copy numbered.
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