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Nameless, 2 february 2014

How I met Zsófia

It was on a Friday night during one midsummer. In midsummer, as a tradition in Finland, people preferred absconding to the country-side and lived in summer cottages for a couple of days in the middle of nowhere, adjacent to a lake or trees to provoke a bonfire. Workplaces were closed and all doors of (... więcej)