The windswept shores of Slnecne Lake turned into a lonely road next to a graffitied fence bounding farmland, and then that turned into Reca, a village so small I have no memory of it.

微风吹拂的Slnecne湖湖岸延伸至一条人迹罕至的道路，旁边是农田边界画满涂鸦的栅栏；然后就到了Reca，一个小得不能再小的村庄以至于我对它完全没有印象。