The Criminal Diaries -
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It’s getting dark in the city. The last shoots of the sun are hiding in oblivion, and you can feel some waves of coldness in the air. Muffed voices, the transport’s noise, and other sounds reach the woods just like through the deaf wall, as if life does not stop and remains so active. Time kind of stopped here. No noises, no birds’ singing – only the strong gusts of wind that make trees that reach out the sky shake in a soundless round dance. This place is kind of a dead zone that makes a person feel anxious and tense. The piece of the ground where a human has never walked. Before today.
