I’m in my apartment in Munich. It is a windy winter day, however the spring is coming slowly and yet surely. One can already feel it and smell it in the air. Some birds are chirping and singing.
I just finished watching a movie called “Kuka” about a small girl, who lived with her dead grandmother to rely on her pension payments, which the girl would receive even longer after the grandmother died.
The movie was recommended to me by a female friend of mine, who I know since we were teenagers, after I recommended her a movie to watch.
If you don’t understand Russian and you didn’t watch the movie, the song itself won’t do any sense for you and won’t cause any reactions in you.