I sit in line to the dentist. There is a talking grandfather.
to stir up the public on the subject of raising the mood before the upcoming
of action. He talks to everyone. Some are silent, to see.
Unable to help. Someone is responding. A conversation with a grandmother
To find out what they live in neighboring suburban villages. Judging by
appearance and corresponding age, the grandfather acknowledges that
In his youth he frequently travelled to a neighboring village for knowledge.
The joy of love. My grandmother says, “What’s your name, maybe we’re.”
“Have you been with you in those years?” The answer of the grandmother killed everyone, roasted
So that the doctors looked out of the cabinets, “I, you all, who come to me.
“I came here, should I remember?”
After that, the grandfather was philosophically silent.