Dorota Maslowska (trans. Benjamin Paloff)
Whenever Farah and Joanne first came across . . . It absolutely was April, or could even, difficult to state now, if you could absolutely nail it down going by their texting . . . They hit it well fatally right from the get-go, and additionally they talked all night, walking intently down and up Royal Barber Street, completely not capable of parting (“And you will get it, she had with this blue velour gown, anyhow, velour wears away fast.” “Speaking of blue, these blue sweats I’ve been putting on recently once I drive to yoga . . .” “Get away from city, I always walk to yoga.” “we like walking generally speaking, however with an instant, springy action, never ever slowly.” “My nephew is quite sluggish. We swear you’ve never ever seen a far more sluggish shithead.” “My nephew consumes every thing with ketchup. Can you envisage? He’ll eat their cornflakes with ketchup in time!”) if you don’t catch him.