The Blue Horse is a shit. I knew that Anka wasn’t a femininity model, but yesterday she exceeded all expectations.
What was she surprised by?
Blue Horse: I broke it yesterday and stayed there for the night. I thought, wine cinema, all the work. She looked around and said, “You have fig curtains, it’s too light, I’m not used to sleeping.” While I was wondering what the hint was and whether she had decided from place to place to arrange the house, this goat walked into the warehouse, found my old drawer, put it in the corridor, shrugged all the doors and crashed. I tried to push it up – she whispered, “Light!”" and went down with her head under the blanket. Pizzac is shorter.
You’re a fucking winner in life ?
Blue Horse: It’s true, she’s eaten breakfast from what she found this morning. But the fucking idea of sleeping in the corridor with two sofas and a full-fledged bedroom doesn’t stop it.