One night in Kraków (caught in the shadows, longing for the light)

All I remember is the black car that rolled stealthily past me like a jungle jaguar, the barely audible rattle of its tires on the cobblestones, the eyes that met mine and the bloody trail of tail lights cutting through the night’s dark pall. I was drawn to the brightly lit facade on the opposite side of the street, but I was caught in my shadow's unbreakable embrace.

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