The SleepinghallLocked up in an old dormitory,musty, smelly, strange and displaced.Blind and next to me, turning into a booster engine... Read More
The Sleepinghall
Locked up in an old dormitory,
musty, smelly, strange and displaced.
Blind and next to me, turning into a booster engine at night.
12 o’clock our food in the middle of the room,
the partisan tells about the resistance.
His knife shines with decorations.
But that was later
