friends wander the streets already, and I swear softly under his breath. At the howling horns twisting ears, the lack of sidewalks more often than the presence, at sneaking in the dark cockroaches the size of a mouse (a propos of cockroaches: by eating breakfast yesterday I had to ask for a second spoon. Surely I will not hunted for running around a table spoon of insects, which eat tasty vegetable mix ;)), the beggars sitting at the store gripper legs rather than heart.
I walk and I swear softly under his breath, but I know that the situation for a few days in a sterile clean Warsaw, I already miss it. Nobody will be watching out for me on the street, no one asks if that does not need a taxi to the airport tomorrow, or that it wants to watch the scales in his shop "and does not have to buy anything. "rise from the dead rules of the road, clean will clean meant not hear the loud, przeciaglego charkania at the next table in a restaurant.
so enjoy heaps of garbage still on the streets, eat masala dose with a fork in a little washed from the larger bowl with water, which were washed in the morning already 104 such plates and no eyelids refuse drgniecia beggar 10 rupees, "the milk for my son."
80 hours has passed on the voyage. just writes the last chapter.
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