A city that never fully decided what it wanted to be, which is exactly why it still has edges. June light here stays until ten and then lingers past that, which means you have to decide when the day is over because the sky won't tell you. She is coming from Sicily, from heat and rubble and the feeling of standing inside something that outlasted everyone who built it — Bratislava will feel quieter, more provisional, but the same thread is there if you know where to pull.