E pa sad smisljaj, ko ti je kriv.

Ja sam se zarekla da cu odsad da cutim ko zalivena dok ne smislim bar pet komada za zalihe.

What if you slept? And what if, in your sleep, you dreamed? And what if, in your dream, you went to heaven and there plucked a strange and beautiful flower? And what if, when you awoke, you had the flower in your hand? Ah, what then?