Trafika Europe 2 - Polish Nocturne

“Yes, very much so.” The man’s voice sounds bouncy. The boy’s mouth rounds up to a smile as he observes his father’s busy profile. He runs up to the nearby iron gate and inspects the architecture of the spider web collapsed by the humidity and hums: “This land is my land, this land is your land…. So I’m gonna let it shine, let it shine, let it shine.”

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