R U D A S

The city is super cold outside. Entering the bath is like entering a refuge from the world. ​​​​​​​

The time slows down. The subtle chatter of the locals, the conversations mingling with the gentle echo of the splashing water. The steamy air fogs up the vision and I can barely see the shapes in some corners: I can’t tell if there are people.

The hot water wrapped like a blanket around the body. If I close my eyes and lay my head down, my hair moving in the water and the muffled sound in my ears make me feel like a jellyfish. ​​​​​​​