I turned off the water in the block. Unscrew the tap and the morning air I hear gurgling in a hollow tube. Shaving is Pikus, electric razor does not need water. Brush teeth and feeds of the kettle, fortunately evening always leave fulfilled. Ot such a science that has its origins in childhood by a grandmother and hiding, remembering all too well the raids time occupation and the Warsaw Uprising. Less seems to me the prospect of sitting on the toilet. Sikon still ok, but the coupon? I smile to myself. Whipster even then I was when my mother, sister podawaliśmy striking at the Warsaw University gained a miracle food and sweets. She stood by the fence from the street Oboźna, just behind the hotel Harenda, have a happy little fires in the eyes and tired face. Dirty, smelly, her head stuffed lofty thoughts and the need for more mundane "sikonów" and "coupons" - striker defecating in kiblach university to which admission regulated defended the paper.
collect snow lying on the balcony. White, fluffy, soft as silk. Fill it one, then the second pot. Cold, because I am standing barefoot on concrete and thin boxers in the ass. Somewhere deep inside me is encoded thought, or rather the habit, reduce or frame of thought that if we do not wash this dress I can not. I'm freezing, collect snow scoop, tremble with cold and recall more than a desperate crazy tenant temporarily deprived of water. I light a match and blue teeth dancing around the black plate fajerki. Guests climb the highest mountain in the world probably in the same way gain boiling water for tea ...
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