Biscuit, I and S.
The campaign was born in Vienna office of expectations exciting adventure, away, women and maybe play, think S., green tables and vile money. Or
raids on the center strasse filled with flute, marching arm in arm all the reason to a few tunes from the Valkyries screamed Austrian brewery known.
plans seem plausible, but St., the man of the bank, did deal with the climate of the weekend. The overall winter has a dark mustache of our coats, all the while we whipping a freezing rain.
Biscuit raise the cap, but St. does not want to cover, as one who sees a future chapter, depicts the firm of titanium, somehow welcomes and lingers in phrases like "This cold is not helping us" or worse "Vienna is my enemy," while hearts vanish and queens from the logistic map of his personal crusade. S. Let it be, I say, not the Vienna of the casinos we can afford, not the night we ask to give life to this campaign.
The bank did not give up man, he, the friend, is in Vienna with expansionist and has pinned a flag on Bratislava, just 45 minutes drive east, I remember, and perhaps of no use to distribute socks nylon to succeed.
Biscuit has the means and desire to make our operations, and, while not making it weigh, has ambitions far sharper in the rainy Boheme Habsburg S.
fact we rushed to Vienna for a birthday party, let's go find some young friends of Biscuit, girls who attend a program of study "Erasmus".
Their hostel, a college, better than a "student" is rather decentralized compared to the capital, Vienna is left from down there only guess, confused between the City of London skyline type, to the north, beyond the Danau and distressing in the Soviet barracks, dated and registered with red letters that I speak of a decade of Russian influence in the first dell'annesione Reich.
(to be continued, natürlich ...)
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