He pierced his heart as the Vltava River runs through Prague. At the fluid flow sensation plunged to appear the next morning, at the edge of the city. Woke up alone, caught between the sheets worn an ordinary hotel. Nothing was already in the gibberish of the night, nor of its appeal or its libertine uniform wallet. Surely fly your stolen identity to another port, peaking that face so close to him so crazy that captivated him. This micro has been published today in the blog: EURO - PA - TILL .
An interesting initiative of a European Information Point, which has created a blog as a meeting of culture and books in the EU. Do not hesitate to participate by submitting a short story max. 100 words. The theme of the month is Prague.
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