1955 words read It was that time of the year agan. Happy flowing streams of rivers and shivering levels of lakes became resilient glass. Delicate snowflakes were rehearsing a Viennese Waltz and the benches where love...
It was freezing. My pack and me had to come closer to the shacks of two-legged beasts to find something to eat. We were starving. Prepared to attack, we crawled through the streets of this ghost town....