But this is not the story of our first meeting, it's just a lovely moment that is so nice to remember.
I just love early morning. The moment, before thoughts of people woke up and covered the atmosphere. Last week in Kiev was incredibly hot and the mood was so disgusting. Melted brain, boiling body. But yesterday and today are much better. Morning, light breeze, I had time to tell my minion important words, now I swallowing oatmeal with peach and finally feel that things are not so bad. Often it seems that life is shit, boring and monotonous, but returning to my memories, I understand that it is not. Life is full of wonderful moments, and they just must be short, they always have to end so they were precious and unique.
One nice moment easily outweighs a week of monotony and gloom. From the side your memories may seem completely obvious, banal, but in fact, for us everything we encountered the first time is always unique. Who if not you can know how you felt at one time or another, what was going on in your soul. I think only one, who was with you side by side and shared the experience with you. All that is happening now, tomorrow will be yesterday. Therefore all of us should work right now for our memories tomorrow.
I just love early morning. The moment, before thoughts of people woke up and covered the atmosphere. Last week in Kiev was incredibly hot and the mood was so disgusting. Melted brain, boiling body. But yesterday and today are much better. Morning, light breeze, I had time to tell my minion important words, now I swallowing oatmeal with peach and finally feel that things are not so bad. Often it seems that life is shit, boring and monotonous, but returning to my memories, I understand that it is not. Life is full of wonderful moments, and they just must be short, they always have to end so they were precious and unique.
One nice moment easily outweighs a week of monotony and gloom. From the side your memories may seem completely obvious, banal, but in fact, for us everything we encountered the first time is always unique. Who if not you can know how you felt at one time or another, what was going on in your soul. I think only one, who was with you side by side and shared the experience with you. All that is happening now, tomorrow will be yesterday. Therefore all of us should work right now for our memories tomorrow.
December. A modest and nice Bielefeld. post xmas hangover. (If you're in Germany then get ready to be constantly with a black mouth of mulled wine(Glühwein), this time of year there's a lot of it).
On the street is very cold, but we don't care. We are sitting outside (because you can't smoke inside, I hate such places), and drink some drinks with ice. Really cold but we don't give a shit. After all, we got a free pack of biscuits and card with a crow. Sitting and rubbing against each other. No longer so cold, and we're staring at German who seem to brother of Scooter. Fire!
It was a very good time. Gifts, walks, parties, songs. We've broken cups (only for good luck) of mulled wine which we had to return it. oh yeah, rebel rebel. And another German man Heinz showed us his penis pierced christmas toys.
About the last thing is not true
