fighting about our territory with my daddy...
and that is the way that we make an espesso in Moravia
but some values stay invisible to the eyes...
after one night staying in a french park where my stubborness brought me and after my awakening in the ward Psy D where a depression left me i do appreciate my homeland more 
and i know that some angels still exist...they are known as MY FRIENDS
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