perfect day? Perfect weather, perfect hotel, perfect woman. And the climate. Krakow's market. Settled in the photographs. Or rather carefree gaiety saved for ever. I no longer isolated and no black and white. But the color photograph, taken primarily to her. Only niepozowane. And when we get on the Land Rover and head in Warsaw to Krakow and the way it is funny and nice, and we laugh and we get the only known Fuks flawlessly into the Sheraton in Krakow and the staff is nice and you, and get peace. The best view of the Wawel Castle. Yes it's true. And then I know I'm in Krakow. Very beautiful. With Veronica's hand. From Veronica in total relaxed. And time is stops and is gracious to us. And as luck is beyond us so much we get drunk. Beer and wine are not enough. Tequila. One and Two. Third. Shocked by the bartender asks, shyly: "Do you have one." Without hesitation, the fires in his style: "You persuaded me." Fourth. I barely get to the elevator. I barely get to the room. I close the door to the world. And we are just for himself. Przeszczęśliwi.
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