Twelve days before I will move on Christmas holidays in Rome. It’s wonderful that I accomplished writing of my big book by knowing it’s the end without return. I hadn’t extraordinary feelings. Just getting of fact. I don’t think, I will complete with novella in this year due to I always in looking for mood every day. Maybe, I something didn’t know else for finish it. This thing was started in one day with The Expendables 4 screenplay. I know that one-third will be edited. However, I sit alone, because nobody loves me. Therefore I need to find a solace in drinking. In these beautiful winter days, I saw a lonely, as me, a bottle of Old Smuggler to which I was wishful for the last time.
Fruity taste in getting scent whereas this doesn’t destroy drink. Light in using, fondly tickling your mouth after swallow. It goes inside without giving of any expression after then comes a careless aftertaste. It’s not of grandiose drinks, but Old Smuggler of things on whom you can rely in support.
Love to Paris always returns to me. I gratitude that I saw a temporary exposition of modern warfare in Musee de l’Armee and there on opportunity to look on contemporary things. I had rapture in sitting on plane’s chair for soldiers who are waiting their jumping out. I know now that I want to visit this museum again and see all exposition and more detailed. Now I’m going to listen The Supremes – Come See About Me.
