me and gustav and his american buddies and joanna and frida went to belmont strolling about for couple of hours, into small shops, gustav checked out the place where he wanted to get a tatoo. he decided to wait a couple of days before he really made up hid mind about its size and style.
frida.
random alley with art on the walls and messed up wires.
a cute old man that i sat down with at the cafe where we had bagels, carrots cakes and coffee with free refill. we talked about my studies and he said that he had lived his whole life in chicago. he also said that i was a beautiful young woman, not in a way that made me feel uncomfortable but more in a way of trancending the dimensions of age and lives.
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