Yesterday, a freezing white Bucharest looked almost beautiful under a thick layer of ice. And as I walked home at a not-so-gracious pace, as I felt like a duck on ice and could hardly keep my balance, I was glad to find the deer there and spend a very gracious and philosophical evening.
After some glasses of Cointreau and Baileys and sitting next to an apple-shisha, we noticed the strange resemblances between our lives that are in place since we were little girls. I guess the reason is that there is a wild wolf in both our souls, who eats out every bit of rest and peace.
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