How long a heart attack takes over a hundred metres, how much a spider’s life weighs, why my sad man writes to the cruel river, and what magic the Comrade-in-Chief of all that’s unfinished can work.
Grandpa Slavko measured my head with Granny’s washing line, I got a magic hat, a pointy magic hat made of cardboard, and Grandpa Slavko said: I’m really still too young for this sort of thing, and you’re already too old. More ...
