by Bogdan Dragoș she vomited and cameout of thebathroom withcolorful spit onher chinand in her hair lied down in bed «Better on your side,» I said,«not your back.» And she said, «Does it ever grip you?» «What? Hangover?» «No. The longing to… to justreturn home.Home where you grew up. Wherethe world was introduced to you.» «No.»… Leer más Had it been that way
