Zas v autobuse/ Again on a bus

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Dalsi den straveny cestovanim, autobus nastastie isiel az o 1, tak sme sa aspon mohli poriadne vyspat. Vyhlad stale ten isty - rovina pokryta travou, malym krikmi a ohradene nikdy nekonciacim ostnatym plotom. Rano Stanik zahodil svoje pohory, sluzili vyborne, dva krat boli odnesene k obuvnikovy, dva krat sa ich podarilo ako tak opravit, ale puknuta podrazka bola posledna kvapka. Odpocivejte v pokoji...


Another day spent by travelling, bus fortunatelly went at 1, so we could at least grab a long sleep. View was still the same - flat land covered with grass, little bushes, neverending fence and the farms along the way. In the morning Stan threw away his walking shoes. Twice we took them to be repaired, twice they managed to somehow fix them, but that cracked sole was the last straw. R.I.P...

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