Like Óbuda's brat - although I was born only on the road to Vienna, anno at the silenced end of the Cold War - this coincidence can be proved only by the suffocated amniotic fluid and the cracked placenta sheath as evidence - in fact, like chubby at the same time - although I had little to do with working with babies! In the section, my father is a bodybuilder,

and as a driver he was inspired and viribel, and my mother's poor lunar pathologists could not have done it with my gentler and quieter ghost patience! "Maybe the baby's throat got stuck in a tree?" What about this ******* screaming like that? ” - they said hesitantly, impatient - and maybe even then I started to cringe at the upset from the bottom, you won't be a sponge cake with your vulnerability!

With my roar, my desire to live, and this is how I cut the illuminating fuse out of my common sense: Family members couldn't grin anyway, "It's still a crumb!" - and then they grinned:

At the same time, if, relying on one’s assumptions, one doesn’t understand something - there’s no particular change now either. And I followed for years a year, and the desperate half-heartedness advanced in the small dweller and expanded into a large dweller; there is also a chatter-stumbling fear on the neck. But they had to live and survive in existence and escape the frenzied, insane heads of animals with a series of gloomy days: Gorillas subjugating body, soul, soulless and gazing, twisted their happier moods or fleshy hands. - The wounded, bleeding gloom of remembrance must not be forgotten at any cost by the selfish and appropriated need for happiness!