About friends

Posted by on Jun 13, 2012 in Letters | 13 Comments
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It was long time ago, time when grass was greener and the Sun sharper. At least I do remember it like that, like early morning when grass was still wet and I was running up hill to meet my friend J. who was waiting for me in garage of his father. There, in cold dark. with smell of oil, was his motocross bike on wooden box. J. was cleaning carburetor and the block of the 125cc engine was next to the bike ready to be sealed. As we had no money (more…)