On the miracle of snow, the last French party in Budapest, a landmark French cinematography, another caviar breakfast, and thesis proposals... 10:34. Pie mums snieg! Otrais sniegs kopš 1. novembra! 21:27. Sniega brinums driz vien izkusa. Gripa vai viruss ir sasniedzis ari mus. Gruti atrast kadu, kuram negribas uzskaudit.Dienas skumja zina, Jerome dodas majup uz Franciju. To atzimejot aizvakar pulcejamies, lai, ar pienacigi skumjam sejam, noskatitos kaut ko, kas Latvija varetu saukties "Vella Kalpi". Vel vairak - es teiktu, ka Rutku Tevs bija daudz labaks scenarists. Tada karta sagatavojusies un varonigi pardzivojusi piektdienu, vakar baudijam pudeli labaka konjaka, kadu Azerbadzana iespejams atrast (un kuru mums atgadaja Chagri, kurs viesojas Budapesta un megina izbabut JJ no bibliotekas pirms tam, kad pienak bridis "poka ne upadu") un devamies uz the Last French Party in Budapest. Nakamas nedelas, visticamak, bus neaprakstamas. Jo naksies rakstit pardesmi lapu...
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