The City of Homeless Pigeons Early in the mornings that spring, we always sat waiting until the curtain opened and the father fed the son his porridge. In the light of the kitchen lamp the little boy sat waiting in his high...
The City of Homeless Pigeons Early in the mornings that spring, we always sat waiting until the curtain opened and the father fed the son his porridge. In the light of the kitchen lamp the little boy sat waiting in his high...
