Wpieprzam sandwich. Large, flat bread with light bread. Cucumber with peel, green salad, do not even want to see it, a la mozzarella cheese, probably purchased by a restaurateur, somewhere in the macro or other kombinacie, wholesale food intake, with only a name reminiscent of what is in the middle of the pack. The waitress, the ikeowskiej large glass so thick that it resembles the PRL cups on chains chained to the street saturator, placed a black straw plasticity. They drive me insane because the straws are absolutely unsinkable. Drink bubbles, lemon floats as national and float like a nasty słomiszcze pops all its length above the surface of the liquid. I completed a set of promotional coffee latte. Latte? That looks like a latte? A quarter of a liter of warm milk with brown blotch naparzonej pressure drops of tea leaves. New Ad Campaign; lawn covered with white snow in winter, the something that probably most carelessly forgets dog owners in housing estates. An American in Warsaw. Colored photos take effect, cease to be history, especially the past so forgotten, and to become a picture of everyday life. Fly chills down my spine. Imagination multiplied questions ... How then people lived? Where to buy bread? What they talked? What flavor were the tears? What brilliance was accompanied by smiles? Everything goes ... even war. A room? What did they mess up those buns? It burns my mouth spicy flavor of roasted mustard. Sandwich, Italian, Hungarian taste is very ...
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