The music is Blues, reminding her where she is lost.34MAGJul 23, 2020 1Sign up to like postSubscribeLoginPrivacyTermsInformation collection noticeShare She comes to the room, sits on a blue stool next to a so-called bar and gazes with blue eyes at the blue Hawaiian cocktail. The room is lit by blue lamps. She curses: damn it, even the walls are blue. A ROOM FOR A DECENT BURIAL OF MEMORIES BY MARTIN FOROZ 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 80This post is for paying subscribersSubscribeAlready a paying subscriber? Sign in
