ritual

Twenty years ago, this man lost his wife. Since then his life has been the same everyday, everyday repeating the same ritual. In the morning he goes to the pub, drinks Borovicka untill he can't walk straight anymore, tries to crawl up the hill to his house singing the same song every day, eats his rolls and bacon and falls asleep. In the afternoon he starts all over again. I found him at 10.30 in the morning on the main road of U Stredie, not able to stand up anymore, dragging his breadrolls through the mudd.