Posted by on Apr 2, 2016 in Letters | 4 Comments
alt: Friendships

My Dear Friends,

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 (more…)