This day, last year.
In Berlin's famous TV tower, I punched a small German child squarely in the face thinking he was an irritating companion. Brief attempts at placation failed so I simply melted into the throng putting my back firmly to his bloodied and tear streaked face.
His face haunts my dreams.
This day, last year.
In Berlin's famous TV tower, I punched a small German child squarely in the face thinking he was an irritating companion. Brief attempts at placation failed so I simply melted into the throng putting my back firmly to his bloodied and tear streaked face.
His face haunts my dreams.