story
"It was cold, you know... I mean miserably cold... and there were ducks... many of them. I was thinking to cut them and warm myself up with their blood... My feet were cold. I was thinking to cut the ducks and wear them as slippers" - A strange dialog on the radio
6/2/2006,
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car ride winter tired travel radio trip rolling eyes confused thought bubble story
"They killed my entire family in one minute... All of them are gone... This was my position 35 years ago... How can I trust? They took him... They did..." In the bus, a very well dressed woman was talking herself with her deep velvet like voice and with her perfect use of English. (If there are mistakes they are mine) I wish she would have been reading a poem but unfortunately she was not...
20/10/2006,
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bus travel transportation reading book stranger woman story terrible sad style sitting talking reciting grammar language trauma memory