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I am ready for departure. Coffee, which is already set to ring him hear raises killer freaks from outer space the sign that it is over. I go to the kitchen. I set off from the ring. I put in a glass of milk and put it on the table in the living room. I sit on the bed in the living room and the table full of nonsense, which surely never think to arrange properly the apartment, killer freaks from outer space looking for tickets for Zagreb.
Turning around the table, I came across several texts with pencil - nenaostren, several times I wrote the title - "hunger". Following introductory phrase - "Hunger in each of us ..." - and here I am finished. Below I see that I had written killer freaks from outer space the name, which is no communication with the first phrase of this piece. Honestly, I do not know for what reason I signed !?
Among the nonsense I find ticket and uninterested blow leaves that as flakes have proliferated throughout the apartment. And them I was too lazy to take the floor. I leave them. I open my backpack to check how many beers I had bought for the trip. Six cans. Enough.
Takes Leave of which is entitled "hunger." Light a cigarette. I stop by the window. I look through it. I think: we are hungry, and our stomachs are filled as bags in which there is only air and water, further depressing the technical and symbolic sense.
Trne my eye. Four floors below, I see empty dirty city, with large underground garages and some old graffiti on them, which no longer has any meaning. I think: these garages once served the Skopje killer freaks from outer space underground today are just symbols of museum of a passed time that punk will never return.
Boarding buses to Zagreb, which is partially full. It relaxes me and I guarantee relaxed killer freaks from outer space travel. Calmly we arrived in Zagreb, traveling ten hours. Long trips they did not annoy me; on the contrary, enjoy them, why travel by land. Arrival of the railway in Zagreb, look for Varazdin proceed. After an hour. I have time. I sit on benches in the waiting room and relax. After about fifteen minutes, sitting down next to me, old man, between 79 and 80 years. Take a green hat with a tassel on top, a green coat with a brown shirt, shorts, knee high socks and brown shoes. He has filled eyes, red cheeks, little freckles and short mustache. Looks right. From rucksack sandwich wrapped in foil. He begins to eat. Sandwiched recognize eggs, lettuce and something but do not understand what ... It seems very interesting and start a conversation with him.
He: I thought so. On the contrary, I thought in a positive connotation. Do not be mad.
He felt offended. I became. I went to other waiting rooms. Antun looked at me with a desire to me back in the conversation, but I refused. Over my head already when I go to festivals, when I say where I come in astonishment to see it. As our country is paralyzed for creativity.
I sit alone in the waiting room the other. It is empty. Until departure we still have twenty minutes. From speakers station starts song "RUKE" by Darko Rundek. This relaxes me especially and almost zabaravam of Antun. Time for Varazdin.
I enter the train. All coupes are full with the exception of the compartment in which sits Antun. It Antun sitting alone. This is even stranger !? I stop in front of the cabin. I look at him. Antun're looking out the window. Not even notice that I'm here. After a few seconds, they hesitate to enter. I leave my bags. I sit and Antun did not even turning to see who was in the car. We're leaving. After a few minutes, Antun out of the compartment. Leaves luggage. I remain alone. There is something strange killer freaks from outer space in the aura are doing that overlook. For a moment, Antun returns. From rucksack bottle of white wine and a glass. Opens wine. Put the little masiche the window. It looks at me.
Coming out of the compartment. I feel a little strange all this somehow killer freaks from outer space does not hesitate to pick up the wine. My inner struggle these last few minutes. The compartment includes two drunken Chepelare. killer freaks from outer space They laugh and talk about politics in Croatia. I'm interested in the conversation and gaze out the window. I do not notice the silence. killer freaks from outer space I turn to them. Both see me. One asked me if he could drink a little wine. Gladly natochuvam. Drink and admire.
The other drunk sitting down next to me. His breath smells like rotten red wine. Gum is bruised, swollen eyes. From his pocket he pulls out a photograph that clearly shows "Tkalchicheva street" in Zagreb thirty years ago. The photo - he and a lady.
Pochnuvat me to amuse me these two strangers. His natochuvam wine. The wine really is wonderful. Both in the next thirty killer freaks from outer space minutes razvivaaat impossible hassle, and I get drunk of the wine, which does not notice that the drink is tasty. After thirty minutes, both out of the train. I remain alone. The train starts. Opposite me
I am ready for departure. Coffee, which is already set to ring him hear raises killer freaks from outer space the sign that it is over. I go to the kitchen. I set off from the ring. I put in a glass of milk and put it on the table in the living room. I sit on the bed in the living room and the table full of nonsense, which surely never think to arrange properly the apartment, killer freaks from outer space looking for tickets for Zagreb.
Turning around the table, I came across several texts with pencil - nenaostren, several times I wrote the title - "hunger". Following introductory phrase - "Hunger in each of us ..." - and here I am finished. Below I see that I had written killer freaks from outer space the name, which is no communication with the first phrase of this piece. Honestly, I do not know for what reason I signed !?
Among the nonsense I find ticket and uninterested blow leaves that as flakes have proliferated throughout the apartment. And them I was too lazy to take the floor. I leave them. I open my backpack to check how many beers I had bought for the trip. Six cans. Enough.
Takes Leave of which is entitled "hunger." Light a cigarette. I stop by the window. I look through it. I think: we are hungry, and our stomachs are filled as bags in which there is only air and water, further depressing the technical and symbolic sense.
Trne my eye. Four floors below, I see empty dirty city, with large underground garages and some old graffiti on them, which no longer has any meaning. I think: these garages once served the Skopje killer freaks from outer space underground today are just symbols of museum of a passed time that punk will never return.
Boarding buses to Zagreb, which is partially full. It relaxes me and I guarantee relaxed killer freaks from outer space travel. Calmly we arrived in Zagreb, traveling ten hours. Long trips they did not annoy me; on the contrary, enjoy them, why travel by land. Arrival of the railway in Zagreb, look for Varazdin proceed. After an hour. I have time. I sit on benches in the waiting room and relax. After about fifteen minutes, sitting down next to me, old man, between 79 and 80 years. Take a green hat with a tassel on top, a green coat with a brown shirt, shorts, knee high socks and brown shoes. He has filled eyes, red cheeks, little freckles and short mustache. Looks right. From rucksack sandwich wrapped in foil. He begins to eat. Sandwiched recognize eggs, lettuce and something but do not understand what ... It seems very interesting and start a conversation with him.
He: I thought so. On the contrary, I thought in a positive connotation. Do not be mad.
He felt offended. I became. I went to other waiting rooms. Antun looked at me with a desire to me back in the conversation, but I refused. Over my head already when I go to festivals, when I say where I come in astonishment to see it. As our country is paralyzed for creativity.
I sit alone in the waiting room the other. It is empty. Until departure we still have twenty minutes. From speakers station starts song "RUKE" by Darko Rundek. This relaxes me especially and almost zabaravam of Antun. Time for Varazdin.
I enter the train. All coupes are full with the exception of the compartment in which sits Antun. It Antun sitting alone. This is even stranger !? I stop in front of the cabin. I look at him. Antun're looking out the window. Not even notice that I'm here. After a few seconds, they hesitate to enter. I leave my bags. I sit and Antun did not even turning to see who was in the car. We're leaving. After a few minutes, Antun out of the compartment. Leaves luggage. I remain alone. There is something strange killer freaks from outer space in the aura are doing that overlook. For a moment, Antun returns. From rucksack bottle of white wine and a glass. Opens wine. Put the little masiche the window. It looks at me.
Coming out of the compartment. I feel a little strange all this somehow killer freaks from outer space does not hesitate to pick up the wine. My inner struggle these last few minutes. The compartment includes two drunken Chepelare. killer freaks from outer space They laugh and talk about politics in Croatia. I'm interested in the conversation and gaze out the window. I do not notice the silence. killer freaks from outer space I turn to them. Both see me. One asked me if he could drink a little wine. Gladly natochuvam. Drink and admire.
The other drunk sitting down next to me. His breath smells like rotten red wine. Gum is bruised, swollen eyes. From his pocket he pulls out a photograph that clearly shows "Tkalchicheva street" in Zagreb thirty years ago. The photo - he and a lady.
Pochnuvat me to amuse me these two strangers. His natochuvam wine. The wine really is wonderful. Both in the next thirty killer freaks from outer space minutes razvivaaat impossible hassle, and I get drunk of the wine, which does not notice that the drink is tasty. After thirty minutes, both out of the train. I remain alone. The train starts. Opposite me
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