I woke Saturday morning with a start to three snoring Slovenians.
I wasn't sure where the fourth had gone, I was assuming he was asleep on the porch or on whatever floor space he could nab in the mad rush to pass out the evening before. Hoping to keep from waking them I tiptoed around the tiny apartment, I'd been brusque at best the evening before and I wanted to make a clean getaway. I packed the top third of my bag putting things away quietly and stepped onto the porch for the mornings first cigarette. Taking in the early morning air from the 9th floor, the suburb of New York I was staying in had just started to wake up.