Or imagine a different 63: a bus route from Černý Most to the center. You ride it with a portable sewing machine in a floral case, inherited from a grandmother who once stitched flags for a country that erased itself. The other passengers carry shopping bags, schoolbooks, a small dog in a canvas carrier. No one asks what you’re making. But the machine hums beneath the vinyl seat, a promise of repair in a world too full of breakage.
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