Zanzibar, Russe and friendship bridge

Sometimes when I do some thinking, I just stere into abis become I just know that there was dark and I keep walking into the lights guided by the stars.

When I was in the mood to go in heart of the balcans people and just see the land of the pure freedom… The land of free people, mad but free. Going there, seeing the propaganda from my county and then facing like wise fairy tales and some stuff already made up, hm!?

Some love

I can’t focus on writing right now, walking is a business hard for me, wrighting hm.
Walking in this may, outside freezing and fighting with the mad matrix, red Romanian gulag one, like a splinter in my mind, just watching how the mad mens pff fuck them all!