But seriously. What do you do with those fuits in your drink which look fancy when served, but when you're done with the drink and they are still there looking delicious... If you've come up with a better solution, please do contact us and tell.
30/08/2013
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26/08/2013
25/08/2013
Fragments From My Sketchbook
E83
Fragments from Csángó Festival Part 3
*komaasszony is basically a friend, but sort of a folksy version of it.
Fragments from Csángó Festival Part 3
*komaasszony is basically a friend, but sort of a folksy version of it.
24/08/2013
22/08/2013
Fragments From My Sketchbook
E81
So the 23th Csángó Festival went pretty well...
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I must mark here that I haven't drunk even a slip of alcohol. At least not that day.
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I must mark here that I haven't drunk even a slip of alcohol. At least not that day.
21/08/2013
20/08/2013
Fragments From My Sketchbook
E78
In fact I'm a bulimic. …only without the whole „making yourself vomit after eating” thing.
In fact I'm a bulimic. …only without the whole „making yourself vomit after eating” thing.
19/08/2013
18/08/2013
15/08/2013
14/08/2013
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10/08/2013
09/08/2013
07/08/2013
05/08/2013
Fragments From My Sketchbook
E69
But honestly I got this (abnormally big) one flower from my 82-year-old colleague. And it wasn't just me who got one. Seriously, why are you still staring at me? No, I won't give back my Spinster Club president card.
But honestly I got this (abnormally big) one flower from my 82-year-old colleague. And it wasn't just me who got one. Seriously, why are you still staring at me? No, I won't give back my Spinster Club president card.
04/08/2013
03/08/2013
02/08/2013
Fragments From My Sketchbook
E66
... and I'm not the person who at this particular festival got greeted with a “Hi guys!” – “guys” meaning my dog. And before you ask, no, I'm not the person either who then came back to the night concert with an even less disturbing companion: a bike she wouldn't have left for any second.
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