On the whole, my life is colorless, but sometimes I get into odd situations. Once I had to take the part of a soldier in the absolutely unknown city. Another time I assisted in the surgical operation. I slept through the setting of the European Court of Human Rights, drunk Normandian cider, shoot flying ladybird using macro lens and the camera without autofocus option.
I saw Al Pacino in Kiev, took a photograph of a Scotchman who was pulling up his skirt. Playing Baldur’s Gate 2: Shadows of Amn for the fist time I generated a remarkably feeble character, which became an object of ridicule for long years.
Maybe some day you’ll see the stories. And here is a quote. I don’t know the purpose what is it for.
There is a whirlwind from southern Morrocco, the aajej, against which the fellahin defend themselves with knives. And there is the ghibli, which rolls and rolls and rolls and produces a rather strange nervous condition. And then there is the harmattan, a red wind, which mariners call the sea of darkness. And red sand from this wind has flown as far as the south coast of England, apparently producing showers so dense they were mistaken for blood.
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