Máša

You’ll find me at the telegraph desk, where the rhythm of the machine is more constant than the comings and goings of trains—or love. I do my duty, keep my head down, and send messages that move the world, even if I rarely do. There’s a boy—Miloš—who dreams of more. I listen to his sighs, file them away, and wonder if I’m just another part of this station’s routine, or something more.