The music is Blues, reminding her where she is lost.34THPARALLEL MAGAZINEJul 23, 2020∙ Paid1ShareShe 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 paid subscribersSubscribeAlready a paid subscriber? Sign inPreviousNext
