So my travels took me to Slowenia and I was on the street when it started to rain. It was dark, about 8 pm and I looked for shelter. I came to a home for homeless people and ran into the place. As a middle aged woman, about 34 years old, with brown hair and with my old dark green and gray clothes I wasn't getting much attention. They probably think I'm one of them and homeless too. Slowly I got to the counter and took some soup. I haven't eaten dinner yet and I was hungry.
Sitting on the floor against the wall a guy started to talk with me. He had short brown hair, green eyes, a long light brown jacket and a scarf. He asked me my name, where I'm from and how I got here. I told him a little bit about myself and he told me his name was Jack and he is from Croatia. He got homeless when he lost his job because of bad economy and then his wife left him too. Jack seamed pitiful but was a funny guy. I wished him all the best and went in the back of the room to lay down and get some sleep. I last traveed through Hungary to Slowenia. Taking a blanket and a pillow I tried to make it comfortable for me and laid down. The floor was hard and the bed I made myself wasn't very cosy. It took a long time till I finally feel asleep.
When I woke up in the morning I wondered where I was but then I remembered. Slowenia, home for homeless people. I got up and looked at my phone. It was 9 am. I changed my clothes to a dark blue shirt, a black jacket and a brown jeans. I always had my backpack with me with some clothes inside.
Wenting to the counter I got some mĂĽsli as breakfast. Thinking I sat on the floor with some others and wondered what I will do today. Through the window I saw it was sunny outside, the rain from yesterday was gone. I will just go through the city and will see where the streets take me, I guess. A young woman with her boyfriend started to talk to me and they told me they are Jane and Ferald, looking for a job and a pet for their new social apartment they will get soon. I told them I travel around and look for interesting places and wished them good luck for their apartment.
After breakfast I got outside and enjoyed the sun a little. Waking on I passed a lot of different people, shops and restaurants. I went into an exciting shop with punk and emo clothes and changed my age to a 19 year old girl with long black hair when noone looked at me. I wondered how it wound be to live a day like an emo. Getting through the clothes I picked out a black shirt with a rock band on it, a black ripped jeans and some purple boots. Excited I tried them on and they all fit perfectly. Quickly I bought them and put them right on. I went out on the street with a smile.