The blog Raster was published, an intriguing picture of Oskar Dawicki glowing against Manhattan. Perhaps this is a montage of scenes alluding to the opening of the seventh chapter a known books:
Focus was dying. Oscar stood over him, staring at the hundreds of thousands of small, glowing points.
- How New York! - He thought, and at the same time he caught himself for the language.
Never Yet there still was not. A view of Manhattan's night was just another, lost in his memory, a film frame, may snatches of an old Woody Allen movie, and maybe part of the film or the top photo from one of the old numbers "America", which once looked at my friends for no reason.
His thoughts began to turn dangerously approaching the unpleasant matter of the visa application. Already knew the exact date, address of the hotel and even book a ticket number - all got the e-mail. Only one thing remained to complete the one, you have to do the same - a visa.
- Or maybe it's just OLAC?
unbuttoned his fly. Cold stream struck in the vicinity of the Lower East Side. Hissing cloud of smoke rose above the city.
dogasające In the photo above during my literary campfire in the mountains pepper.
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