The highways of Europe


That was the time when there were used condoms everywhere. In tins of soup marked “special edition”; in newspaper supplements as special gifts.

Meanwhile the beautiful lady on the flying trapeze was about to become a flock of birds.

The highways of Europe become chasms in infinity and the earth forgetting its true identity drifted across the gap.

But still the circus left bridges to cross everywhere it went and all was not completely lost.

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