Poslední dny naší známosti

Šla jsem si s tebou pomalu v ústrety, prázdná ulice po dešti naposledy vyzývala ke staronovým bláznovstvím.

22

When she was 22 the future looked bright.

We live for the weekends we will never remember

The first weekend of September happened to be also the proper ending for my whole summer. I drank absinth, lost a book, woke up with two hundred euro in my wallet, without watches and that was just the beginning.