Callum

I’m one of those people who can sleep indefinitely in the dark, but snap irreparably awake with the slightest hint of sunshine. So when the first timid rays peek through Jezerce kuća’s lone window, my body wakes in seconds – though my brain takes a little longer. Twisting carefully so as not to fall off my narrow sleeping bench, I wriggle my sleeping bag over to check on the fire. Completely dead, but I’m gratified to see that it took most of the wood with it; my fires don’t go down without a fight.

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