She wore a bright blue apron and faded red handkerchief in her hair. She fed the chickens on a dusty field outside Bratislava. As the hot sun beat down upon her, she wiped her brow. She walked to the village every day to buy a fresh loaf of bread to feed her family. In the evening, she drank plum brandy and danced to jubilant folk music with her husband. The lines around her eyes creased when she smiled. She laughed a hearty laugh. Her eyes twinkled with mischief and with unspoken dreams.