Just Feeling The Jasmine Scent
Μόνο Μυρίζοντας Γιασεμί
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From the sunlight into the dim lighting of a silent, almost menacing place. Pieces of a world living in another time. In a past which is so recent and at the same time so distant. "We are in the Kommandatur's holding cells. Entry 28-12-42. Exit unknown..."
