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One of these golden sunsets in Prague. '97 10 03 |
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Curious
Homo-sovieticus always find something |
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Colourful squares
of the center. It's me, staring |
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The same tower,
the same photographer, but |
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| Can you point at me standing
below the boot? '97 10 04 |
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| My golden friend Tadas is trying to shoot me and I'm trying to avoid the ancient bullet by protecting my eyes with photo camera Minolta w70. |
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| Who can deny that I was in Prague? | |
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| The golden liquide is just
flowing in the river there - you only have to catch it into a mug. |
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| The golden liquide makes the
Prague of golden-colour. Sadly on the other morning you awake in a bus which is leaving for Lithuania... |
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