karolina raze she always loses her nerve when she wants to be brave. on a pink post-it note she's written two words in her mother tongue: "nevzdávej boj". we're both standing on the same unnamed street. my mother refuses to let her ride with us. i climb into the back seat on the driver's side, struggle with my seat belt, and say the dirtiest word i know. my stepfather pulls over and tries to rip the hair right out of my head. i make a meal of his face. it doesn't taste like anything. karolina shares a cab with me after i've washed my mouth out with scented soap. we have nowhere to go and nothing to do. what a lucky thing to be so free. 250813 what's it to you? who go blather from