Nika moved from Zagreb through Berlin to London, where she now lives with her partner and their growing number of cats. In her job, she listens to the narratives people tell about themselves, and in her free time, she reads the ones they put on paper. This is her first published work.
They came into the forest one after another, some of them men in suits and some boys with dead eyes. A procession of them, each parking their own machine behind another. They left the cars looking out of place, like a
