Recent DJ Posts

I was standing somewhere in the middle of Zasada. It did not look as in reality. There was some really going on. I am standing with someone, I think its Ota Pavlata and we wait for the cars to come. Then an orange felicia rushes out from the horizon and is carried out of the road....flying right behind us hitting the wall... I stay surprisingly calm. Then there is another car but as it passes by, and carries on the road that goes a bit uphill... it misses the turn and slows down... then a few more cars is going through pretty slowly and I am sure it is because they do not know the road very well. I tell Ota, that he would be slower only than the WRC cars, but faster than the other ones.... he is denying it, but I am opposing with the fact that he knows the roads and its a bit advantage....

Then I am in some garage.... reminds me of the place I went once with George to visit his friend... a big open warehouse. I walk in through one hall... to another, that is dark and looks like garage. There are some lifting cranes and usual garage tools. But its dark and none is there. I am looking for Milan Krupka.

Next, I am standing by a tree... it is a massive apple tree, and there is someone on the top picking the apples. Then I somehow see it from above. There is a young boy, picking up all the apples a putting them to a huge sack, so big that it will be impossible to take it down the tree. I am wondering why ishe doing it, but somehow I know he is from a very poor family and he is trying to help his mom like this.
I would like to help him but I don't know how...... I am waking up