-I was in Romania too, he said, I just don't know where anymore.
He was there as a child, I first thought, because he couldn't have been drunk the whole time.
-In '45, he said.
-OMG, I said, you were there in the war!!!...
-Yeap, he said.
It rains, it's beautiful, it's almost summer and I feel like crying. Right.
miercuri, 17 mai 2006
The Post War Dream
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