There are moments in each of the kåsörs life as kåsören have to ask the question, ”How did I get here, surrounded by the penisaffischer, and the chinese people, with the crayons?”
For me it is the beginning of the answer to this question is simple. I am out of the city, just as it is terribly hot and AS Roma have played, I want to be someone else. And now it’s a time-out, and the sun is shining, just a perfect hot, over to Piazza Navona. They have both a marble and a black gatstenarna that sparkle like gold, and I will leave it to late massturismens the familiar buzz of activity to embed myself in the medelklassmysig security, and even though it sounds dorky, and it feels presumptuous, you are in for a while, quite good to be me.
But have faith, dear reader, You Neurotiske Skammagnet is never too far away. Just around the corner, in fact.
the top of the snoppen – which would have been unusual even in those days – looks like a sweet dog.
the old market square, there are a couple of statues and some of the framgrävda the stairs, which I haven’t yet seen (oh happy days). So I take a left turn at a classic toy store, Il Sogno, where you can realize the dream of buying a mjukispolarbjörn of 27 000 sek per year, and rises to the bottom of what would be Rome’s first private archaeological exhibition.
What sets it apart from the proprietary stuff is not easy to see, in addition to the opportunity for the business is very clearly revealed to the public, and then there is where is the bottom, where the room is that… well… it’s easy to see the meeting of the board in front of him.
”Yes, yes, I think it will be good with the trappstumpen and marmorskräpet, and the close-ups of the tegelstämplar. Nice. Interesting. However, you don’t think your visitors would like to see some cock too? And in the breast? Many of the tourists do like boobs.”
this is a place with a great pappaffischer the shape of ancient nakenheter in stone and bronze. Anything that is not an adult antikdiggare have seen in the past, in addition to that, this ekivoka the department in what we hope is an indicator of the lack of space – dubbelarbetar that pysselrum for young children.
There are moments in each of the kåsörs life as kåsören in order not to turn the terrified and left the arena, when he saw a group of chinese kids (and looking like a främlingsnervöst idiot) rather than continue into the room, and seem mismatched kännarmin looking at a blown-up bronsman, whose penis is as long as the bronsmannen itself, and in the place where the top of the snoppen – which would have been unusual even in those days – looks like a sweet dog. With happy feet.
I think of two things. 1) The privatisation of activities for the kids, it’s the hard stuff. 2) I hope, for the planet, that the children did not draw the rödflammige kepsmannen in the corner of the screen.
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