I don't know what the time
is, but my digestive system as every morning takes me out of the sleeping bag.
Outside everything is covered in frost – the tent, the vegetation, even the
dust. I go into the most leaning toilet and while I pull my pants down I wonder
if the shitty tower of Shira will fall down, while I am inside. I go out
victoriously with my hands up in the air, I hum the Rocky theme song, I turn
around me and go to receive the applauds of the just awaken sleeping beauty-machines.
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| All is frosty |
