sweet memories from Barcelona, where Sasha and i slept in the street for three nights, and walked so much around that my feet hurt like a hell so Sasha had to carry me as i was a backpack. it was the beginning of a great summer and the coolest trip in my life. i have occidentally found this picture, it was my last day in Spain before going to France and then to Russia and after to Germany. it still seems a bit like this trip is not finished.
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