Concrete Writer’s Life

Back to Fabrica after holidays.
Here, in the Charming Concrete Creative Castle.
Most of my friends are away for holidays, work, life.
The list of people leaving soon is long. And includes me.
Me with boxes to pack and a phantomatic contract to be signed.
Me doing one of the things I do better, according do some: leaving.
One step further [...]

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Kush Tutet? Ashkush!

Kush Tutet? means Who is afraid?
Ashkush means Nobody.
It’s just a game: one team, shouting Kush Tutet?, has to catch all the members of the other team, that answers Ashkush and runs away. Such a powerful game, you won’t believe it before playing. Kush Tutet? Ashkush, ashkush, ashkush.
Who’s afraid?
Not me.
Not afraid of storms.
Of drops.
Of days, hours, [...]

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I’ll use the machine. It’s faster.

I personally like automatic machines. They’re fast and they often print nice receids that make obsessive compulsive girls very happy. They are usually a good way to avoid long long long (it’s Italy…) lines for everything and save time.
Usually.But.
Chapter one. Example number one of a loss of time a money due to an automatic machine.
Let’s [...]

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Benvenuti a Kosova

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Siga – Brestovic, originally uploaded by Miss Ana Beem.

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