At ten minutes to noon every day, all the pigeons in Dubrovnik descend into one of its squares; they sky turns black for a moment as they all soar over and land on the roofs, pecking and waiting for the next 10 minutes. At noon, an overall’d Croatian man with a large barrel trails a yellow path of pigeon feed throughout the square as the winged rats swoop in and stuff themselves. Here I am, walking through the calming aftermath, parting the seas of pigeons like fucking MOSES, hoping that none of them touch me.

At ten minutes to noon every day, all the pigeons in Dubrovnik descend into one of its squares; they sky turns black for a moment as they all soar over and land on the roofs, pecking and waiting for the next 10 minutes. At noon, an overall’d Croatian man with a large barrel trails a yellow path of pigeon feed throughout the square as the winged rats swoop in and stuff themselves. Here I am, walking through the calming aftermath, parting the seas of pigeons like fucking MOSES, hoping that none of them touch me.

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