2012/02/15 Lublin
Two women
Chocolates
Around 12 p.m. I arrived at Warsaw airport.
I took a cab to Warsaw Central Railway Station. I had to wait there for almost three hours, so I looked for a restaurant, but a restaurant was nowhere to be found.
Finally I sat down at a self-service café where the temperature hovered around 45 degrees Fahrenheit.
I was the only foreigner at the café.
The sandwiches didn’t look too appealing, so I bought some chocolates.
Two beautifully clad women were eying me or my chocolates, but I didn’t feel like sharing my Kit Kat with them.
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hungry..
........''My Kit Kat didn't have the time to melt, i put it in my mouth and the taste was just like back home.I looked into the greyness of the streets of Warsaw. I mentioned a prostitute. God i was hungry!.....'
Me and my Kit Kat , hmm. I wouldn't feel like sharing that either.
Although, for you , just one bite.
Perhaps.
Perhaps.
To call KitKat chocolates is stretching it.
To mention Fahrenheit and not Celsius creates a lot of room for thought.
To mention Fahrenheit and not Celsius creates a lot of room for thought.
I prefer Twix.
climax
I like it that the word Kitkat (and not, for instance, the beautiful women) is sort of the climax of this post.Maybe you should write another one with 'Nuts': the most undervalued of all candybars.
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