First dark day

Published on December 1, 2004 By Secret Literary Diary of Malte In Blogging

I feel ghastly. I live in a dark room. I never have a day. In my room is always night. I didn't see the sun since 2 mounths. Since I live here. Today I met one person in elevator. It was a Indian man with a small, dirty dog. He wanted to make a acquaintance with me in spanish. I know that is meaningless, but later i couldn' t find my floor. I live on the first floor, first floor surrounded by Maxicans.

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