In honor of Harms

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IN HONOR OF HARMS

1. Angri cucharacha or Aleksija Dragutinović about Harms

Here, uncle, I met Harms on the stairs yesterday. I sit like that, popping lice between my fingers, when he: put a belt around his neck like a tie and the other end in his mouth, nods his head and says to me: "Good afternoon!"
What a good day for me, who are you to me for a day, I say, cheeky. "Let's drink vodka," he said again.