Trafika Europe 8 - Romanian Holiday

Inna Kabysh

And everyone thought I’d die – but I became a poet. And I met another hell driver.

His name was Dante. And when he led me – circle after circle – I looked at the gray lock in his black hair and thought that one such as he had returned from the Hereafter, Lyoskha was from childhood, which meant that the Hereafter was childhood.

And my childhood – the star of my former days – was Lyoshka.

And therefore everything would be okay and we’d get married.

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