Trafika Europe 8 - Romanian Holiday
Shine On, Shine On, My Star Watch the video here
Dante didn’t invent anything: he was in the Hereafter and saw it all with his own eyes and when he returned, one lock of his black hair was completely gray, like Lyoshka’s, to whom I wrote poems and with whom I shared a desk, and there was such a hard freeze that they took us to school in the milk truck together with the bottles, crusted over with frozen milk.
We sat in fur coats and felt boots, and the teacher in mittens wrote out on the board: “What I Want To Be When I Grow Up.” And Lyoshka wrote:
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