Here is the first story of passing by. The way I rarely took made such a bit impression on the growing mind – What does it mean, why there are the two, one the Sun another the Moon – is it so? I don’t know, I thought to myself, walking in a row of twos, keeping the step up the slight hill. With backpacks on our backs we were destined to the hills. To Smucarska koca, that today is run by our family, and to the Ursula gora mountain, where the ground school had its first spring gathering. Going to the mountains was always a good exercise. Being out and about, always in the hills. The Slavko Tihec’s Forma Viva stands just above the zebra crossing two planes, between Cecovje and The School of Prezihov Voranc, the social-*realism writer of the 20′. I have ever rarely crossed that Zebra on the way to school.
