Notes from a black backpack
Farabuto, winter wasteland. I do not know anyone in the only restaurant that works. The waiter says that from his father from Nova Gradiska won three dvolitrenke plum brandy. Sniff each bottle before pouring guest liquor. Check if a mistake reached for plum brandy.
Sarajevo graphic artist Idris Gorgoliatos, which is in the fifties and sixties drew crevices and staircases, metal construction lifts. Very precisely, the technique of dry needles. For one image should interphone f2 he months. It was finished only when čuhne to emptied garbage cans, urine, clamminess and coal dust.
He spoke in very long sentences. And he spoke so beautifully that it never broke. He would often near the end of sentences forgot its beginning. Especially when a couple of drinks. He paused to, looking interphone f2 through interphone f2 the glass window as a green tram vašingtonac promoted to the National Bank.
Three women travel. Kosooka airport races. They say smiling. The trays with plastic containers. interphone f2 Raw tomatoes from greenhouses. Paprika in the bright colors of Benetton. Ožujsko beer. Pjenovite glasses. Cappuccino. interphone f2 The world begins at Zagreb airport waiting rooms.
White hotel complex. Stone streets, whitewashed houses, blue blinds as in Greece. Slovenian beach. One hundred interphone f2 meters down on the sandy beach year 1959 JR first time with the company at sea. The sun burns its dead skin.
The great crowd in purgatory and in the Hereafter, in waiting the Day of Judgment and the resurrection of souls, but some of them let the house, that there are waiting line. People are coming back to life, recount their experiences, there are conflicting weather flows, epochs, ages ...
Tabloid writes: The European Union has set a 48-hour ultimatum to Putin. Summer's interphone f2 2014 Budva. Around me everyone speaks Russian. Waiter Pen and tankovijaste girls in colorful dresses, that as soon as the sun falls preparing to go out. Nice start of the Great War.
Tourists traveling. Johan Brau, a doctor from Stuttgart, 1979 at the buffet international airport filled interphone f2 pen, while waiting for his wife and son back from the toilet. Son suffering from poliomyelitis. Johan Brau stew bottle, ink spreads on the white tablecloth.
In the room a hundred people of different skin color and passengers, by language, religion and ways are. Sitting on a bench, his back to the wall. No one is looking out the window. They read, listen to music, remove a computers. I do not know what is on the other side. Do not make out the hills of Upper gangs, home and thin line times. I do not recognize the stone underpinning interphone f2 narrow-gauge railway from the beginning of the twentieth century. They see gray bare hill. That's why I do not watch.
I arrived at the news of his mother's death. One of them told me it was all taken care of, and will be buried above her mother, my grandmother. Above grandfather remains one vacancy. It's for you, tell me with warmth in his voice. Sarajevo interphone f2 hospitality.
dated August 5, Zagreb When she was young, my mother drew floor plans of apartments. She used the pockets of Lipa blocks of different formats, and drew spacious apartments full of light, with a large living room and bedroom, and a small small room, which would be turned into a child. The kitchen is from the living room was separated interphone f2 by the bar. It was modern. She did not like the tavern not buffets, but the imagined home from the bar.
Voices echoed between the walls perfectly empty room. Gleamed stainless steel and enamel, brass handles on the windows. Lim on the ledge was as gray as a bucket for watering the garden. Perhaps the house had a garden.
I do not know what happened to Lipa blocks. I have none of its floor plan with doors and windows in the forms of irregular triangles, characters who learn the first lessons of technical drawing, in which mother believed as what is believed to cross. interphone f2
We are all homeless interphone f2 in Zagreb, brightly suits American Zagreb Jewish survivors of the Holocaust, an electrical engineer retired, who daily swim five lengths Olympic pool and three times weekly dances in the ensemble of folk dances.
Like a dream after severe hangover: time of Ljubuski to Stolac. Hundreds of flags, hung out to dry on clotheslines telephone wires and strike stretched over the road. Tattered from the wind, fuzzy, pale, bloody tricolor.
In the courtyard, beneath the stone walls, under a bright red-hot sky, the crickets, under the trellis plants kiwi, in its heavy smell, on Saturday, interphone f2 on the wedding day, the blue and yellow and green banners, threatening tricolor, towels, men's shirts tied with the flag, rock, fortress ancient populations, the Dervish House, educated Pakistanis, cypresses under the mosque wall, electric church bells, which every hour God and neighbor ringing at the door.
American told me how in 1949 his father decided to run away from Israel. He knew it, he had been given to address interphone f2 its automotive craft, but a hoe and a pick should interphone f2 irrigate the desert. He's headed to Italy in Udine, where his friend, Christian had a workshop to repair the truck, and he was doing well, a lot of customers, mostly English. But when he arrived, he was told that the friend yesterday hanged. After the funeral
Farabuto, winter wasteland. I do not know anyone in the only restaurant that works. The waiter says that from his father from Nova Gradiska won three dvolitrenke plum brandy. Sniff each bottle before pouring guest liquor. Check if a mistake reached for plum brandy.
Sarajevo graphic artist Idris Gorgoliatos, which is in the fifties and sixties drew crevices and staircases, metal construction lifts. Very precisely, the technique of dry needles. For one image should interphone f2 he months. It was finished only when čuhne to emptied garbage cans, urine, clamminess and coal dust.
He spoke in very long sentences. And he spoke so beautifully that it never broke. He would often near the end of sentences forgot its beginning. Especially when a couple of drinks. He paused to, looking interphone f2 through interphone f2 the glass window as a green tram vašingtonac promoted to the National Bank.
Three women travel. Kosooka airport races. They say smiling. The trays with plastic containers. interphone f2 Raw tomatoes from greenhouses. Paprika in the bright colors of Benetton. Ožujsko beer. Pjenovite glasses. Cappuccino. interphone f2 The world begins at Zagreb airport waiting rooms.
White hotel complex. Stone streets, whitewashed houses, blue blinds as in Greece. Slovenian beach. One hundred interphone f2 meters down on the sandy beach year 1959 JR first time with the company at sea. The sun burns its dead skin.
The great crowd in purgatory and in the Hereafter, in waiting the Day of Judgment and the resurrection of souls, but some of them let the house, that there are waiting line. People are coming back to life, recount their experiences, there are conflicting weather flows, epochs, ages ...
Tabloid writes: The European Union has set a 48-hour ultimatum to Putin. Summer's interphone f2 2014 Budva. Around me everyone speaks Russian. Waiter Pen and tankovijaste girls in colorful dresses, that as soon as the sun falls preparing to go out. Nice start of the Great War.
Tourists traveling. Johan Brau, a doctor from Stuttgart, 1979 at the buffet international airport filled interphone f2 pen, while waiting for his wife and son back from the toilet. Son suffering from poliomyelitis. Johan Brau stew bottle, ink spreads on the white tablecloth.
In the room a hundred people of different skin color and passengers, by language, religion and ways are. Sitting on a bench, his back to the wall. No one is looking out the window. They read, listen to music, remove a computers. I do not know what is on the other side. Do not make out the hills of Upper gangs, home and thin line times. I do not recognize the stone underpinning interphone f2 narrow-gauge railway from the beginning of the twentieth century. They see gray bare hill. That's why I do not watch.
I arrived at the news of his mother's death. One of them told me it was all taken care of, and will be buried above her mother, my grandmother. Above grandfather remains one vacancy. It's for you, tell me with warmth in his voice. Sarajevo interphone f2 hospitality.
dated August 5, Zagreb When she was young, my mother drew floor plans of apartments. She used the pockets of Lipa blocks of different formats, and drew spacious apartments full of light, with a large living room and bedroom, and a small small room, which would be turned into a child. The kitchen is from the living room was separated interphone f2 by the bar. It was modern. She did not like the tavern not buffets, but the imagined home from the bar.
Voices echoed between the walls perfectly empty room. Gleamed stainless steel and enamel, brass handles on the windows. Lim on the ledge was as gray as a bucket for watering the garden. Perhaps the house had a garden.
I do not know what happened to Lipa blocks. I have none of its floor plan with doors and windows in the forms of irregular triangles, characters who learn the first lessons of technical drawing, in which mother believed as what is believed to cross. interphone f2
We are all homeless interphone f2 in Zagreb, brightly suits American Zagreb Jewish survivors of the Holocaust, an electrical engineer retired, who daily swim five lengths Olympic pool and three times weekly dances in the ensemble of folk dances.
Like a dream after severe hangover: time of Ljubuski to Stolac. Hundreds of flags, hung out to dry on clotheslines telephone wires and strike stretched over the road. Tattered from the wind, fuzzy, pale, bloody tricolor.
In the courtyard, beneath the stone walls, under a bright red-hot sky, the crickets, under the trellis plants kiwi, in its heavy smell, on Saturday, interphone f2 on the wedding day, the blue and yellow and green banners, threatening tricolor, towels, men's shirts tied with the flag, rock, fortress ancient populations, the Dervish House, educated Pakistanis, cypresses under the mosque wall, electric church bells, which every hour God and neighbor ringing at the door.
American told me how in 1949 his father decided to run away from Israel. He knew it, he had been given to address interphone f2 its automotive craft, but a hoe and a pick should interphone f2 irrigate the desert. He's headed to Italy in Udine, where his friend, Christian had a workshop to repair the truck, and he was doing well, a lot of customers, mostly English. But when he arrived, he was told that the friend yesterday hanged. After the funeral
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