dad: daddy? are you trying to say daddy?
baby: do not fall in love with people like me. i will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth. i will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. and when I leave you will finally understand, why storms are named after people.
Mom: Marxism will prevail?
Mom: You are a bourgeois sympathist baby and if you had been educated you would need reeducation. Instead, I will raise you as a communist
Botanical Garden and Arboretum in Brno
I love my city
i’m off to crosscountry