Black car and black people

They really came in a black car, which is popularly called craters. Pre calling my cell. Cause a call on my first interrogation, the investigator for particularly important cases of prosecution outlined very vague. Something to do with the Oil Refinery and my public statements on the Internet. A nice young man. But somehow, his voice trembling. He would quickly get out of the theater. Interestingly, they all who speak out are asked to come in for questioning? Or is it just me? But what about the grandmother on the benches? They do not hesitate in expressions. Okay, I'll go tomorrow at 15:00 for his first interrogation.

Red Door of Theatre

Today the city again breathes of poison gas. Ghosha agreed to pose in a mask which never saved from the poisons that have poured into the air. Gosha is member of our new play "I AM," the first public draft of which we plan to show in November.

Gosha reads "Books of forgetting"