Fire and wine, last night in Bucharest. Life going on behind the walls, little fir-tree growing, children flying paper airplanes, people imagining possibility. Being alive may be the best thing ever.
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Fire and wine, last night in Bucharest. Life going on behind the walls, little fir-tree growing, children flying paper airplanes, people imagining possibility. Being alive may be the best thing ever.
This is just two steps away from my front door, so I cheated a bit. The man who lives here is our only neighbor. I guess you could say he is slightly mad – but we are all mad here anyway. I don’t know his name, but he roams the city every day on his… Read more