
Some grafitti in the bus depo
I caught a bus to Leon, two hours through the mountains and we arriaved to a place I would describe as im batween Sobiet Russia and Baisingstoke. Freezing cold, everything was closed, 2pm on a Saturday. Ate our picnic with purple hands and suaght refuge in the contemporary art centre. Saved by the warmth, pitty about the art.
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