Years ago, when I was still in high school I was spending a hot, Summer weekend at friend’s place. On Sunday afternoon, when I was just getting ready to go back home, friend’s older brother came over and persuaded us to go with him and his wife to a fortune teller. He claimed they already visited «that amazing psychic woman» and she predicted their future very accurately. I didn’t want go at first but he was so excited and enthusiastic about it that I went after all.
To get to the fortune teller’s house we had to take a tram , then a bus and then walk for a half an hour in the blistering sun through some dodgy looking (and as I was told illegally built) outskirt of Zagreb. The psychic’s house was at the end of the dead end street and we had to take our shoes off at the entrance and walk up the stairs bare foot to the attic where she «worked». While we waited for fortune teller to finish her afternoon prayer her husband made us the most bitter coffee I have ever tasted ( he told us she would be reading our fortune from a coffee cup). The attic was dark and the floor was covered with several layers of colorful carpets and there was not enough chairs for everyone to sit on, so I had to sit on floor.
After finishing her prayer psychic called each of us , one by one, into a small room where she read future from our coffee cup. I was the last person to enter the room.
After examining my empty coffee cup the woman started automatically telling me things like «soon you’ll meet a person whose name starts with an M», «you’ll go to a journey abroad» etc. Then she stopped, her face expression changed, she looked at the cup, then at me , dramatically , like she saw something scary or important but wasn’t sure if she should reveal it. Then she grabbed me by the hand , in even more dramatic way, and said something like « you’re still very young but don’t worry you will experience great love, GREAT love!» Then she put the cup away and said «that’s all, go, I must rest now».
I found the entire event weird and funny and with all the atmosphere and drama surrounding the «physic» I felt like I’ve been a part of into some trashy b-movie.
Yesterday when I was passing by a store that sells colorful carpets I remembered the layers of carpets in the fortune teller’s attic and the whole event which kind of inspired me to doodle this:

Sometimes inspiration comes from very strange places
