Derecske, 2°C, tiszta lucskos, latyakos minden.
As if all this was something more than another footnote on a postcard from nowhere, another chapter in the handbook for exercises in futility...
Derecske, 2°C, tiszta lucskos, latyakos minden.
As if all this was something more than another footnote on a postcard from nowhere, another chapter in the handbook for exercises in futility...