Ima dana koji su označeni hranom koju smo jeli. Danas sam išla na izložbu Smrt- vrata života, i na putu do muzeja prvo sam si stala uzeti jednu porciju fritula. S čokoladom. Ako ste u prilici, probajte. Divne su. Tople, pomalo masne i slatke.
There are days that are marked by food we ate. Today I have visited the exhibition Death- the door of life, but before that I stopped to buy some fritulas. With chocolate. They were tasty. Warm, kind of greasy and sweet.
After the exhibition and on my way home, I saw a man selling his tangerinas, so I stopped and bought 2 kilos, and by now I have already eaten a half of them. To good. Does anybody else have such a relationship to food?