[Her eyes flick in his direction, clearly surprised to hear that. Sokovia may not be as well known as some other countries, simply a small part of the Soviet Bloc and considered more of a place that people travel through to get to bigger, better places, but it's still known. She's certain that it existed well past his time. Brows drawing together, she wets her lips with the tip of her tongue.]
That surprises me. [Perhaps it's the way he speaks in a way that in her time might seem more formal, but he seems like an intelligent man. At least in his eyes, and she suspects he might be well-educated.] It's between Slovakia and the Czech Republic.
[Wanda hates to reduce her country to a simple location, especially in light of how many regard it, but to wax poetic about it to a stranger as they dance seems like too much, uninvited. It's difficult not to think of Novi Grad as it once was, however, a city of history rotting and wearing away in time. A city of people working to survive day to day, to build their lives in a city whose richest aspects were its communities of people. Those brought together through shared experiences and surviving war after war.]
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That surprises me. [Perhaps it's the way he speaks in a way that in her time might seem more formal, but he seems like an intelligent man. At least in his eyes, and she suspects he might be well-educated.] It's between Slovakia and the Czech Republic.
[Wanda hates to reduce her country to a simple location, especially in light of how many regard it, but to wax poetic about it to a stranger as they dance seems like too much, uninvited. It's difficult not to think of Novi Grad as it once was, however, a city of history rotting and wearing away in time. A city of people working to survive day to day, to build their lives in a city whose richest aspects were its communities of people. Those brought together through shared experiences and surviving war after war.]