spies ([info]spies) wrote 24. Februāris 2008, 23:23
Operā virmoja vecuma aromāts.
Tāds pensijas vecuma kundzīšu smaržu vilnis, vēl no padomju laikos iepirktajiem krājumiem. Lētuma smārds.
Kā tāda pieputējusi istaba, ko uzkopj tik uz svētkiem.
Tā, it kā Kaulainā būtu roku uzlikusi uz pleca.

And huh... Anyway... Let's see what else I... I.. Huh... It was Coney Island, they called Coney Island the playground of the world... There was no place like it... In the whole world, like Coney Island, when I was a youngster... No place in the world like it. It was so fabulous! Now it shrunk down to almost nothing, you see... And I still remember in my mind how things used to be... And huh... You know... I feel very bad. But people from all over the world came here... All over the world. There was a playground, they call it the playground of the world, over here. Anyway...Huh... [...] I , huh, you know. I even got... When i was... When i was very small I even got lost in Coney Island... But they found me on the... on... On the beach. And we used to sleep on the beach here, sleep overnight... And they don't do it anymore... Things changed, see... They don't sleep anymore on the beach.

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