The Count
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this is a true story.
my grandparents were godfather and godmother to this guy.
one day his mother and him had a huge fight. she cursed him. she wished for him to come home in a blanket. he was cutting wood for a living in the forest near the village I have my summer cottage.
at the end of the day he was brought home in a blanket. forever to stay in an wheel chair.
after that he earned his living spending all day in the truck parking lot.
we were in full communism glory and there was no foreign products.
he was taking alcohol and sweets from truckers and selling them from his window.
as kids we thought it was cool to have a such godson...
don`t know why I remembered this just now......
my grandparents were godfather and godmother to this guy.
one day his mother and him had a huge fight. she cursed him. she wished for him to come home in a blanket. he was cutting wood for a living in the forest near the village I have my summer cottage.
at the end of the day he was brought home in a blanket. forever to stay in an wheel chair.
after that he earned his living spending all day in the truck parking lot.
we were in full communism glory and there was no foreign products.
he was taking alcohol and sweets from truckers and selling them from his window.
as kids we thought it was cool to have a such godson...
don`t know why I remembered this just now......