so,
last Wednesday
the hey-ho-M. told me to go to the R. place.
so, off I went.
first, I met free Belarus on my way.
the city was immense
and yellow.
and blooming.
and somewhat faulty.
there was a drama queen faking her suicide
but stop did I not and after a while (or two)
I reached the Mecca
M. did Her usual stuff
and we wandered, and wandered...
some trains were coming...
...and going.
slowly, the night was falling in this awkward Warsaw district, full of holes and mysteries.
so we came back to the honey heart of the city.
M. left me for a while...
but then She was again, the ever preferred one.
some people were wearing controversial footwear
some were moving in the flight mode
we came to the conclusion that the THEATER plus YOU
is US
but I still can't make much out of it.
