Wednesday, May 16, 2012


What’s this: it’s sweltering, the view is only two hundred meters and everything  I touch feels as it has been lying on the beach? And I say to myself: fortunately, I haven’t had time!

No time for cleaning, is what I mean.

Correct: it’s another sandstorm. Tomorrow, I play it again: washing, cleaning, mopping… grrrr…

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