Sensory Cracks
Young geneticist Anja, accompanied by her Shih-Tzu, set out on Klavebod Brygge for her usual afternoon walk. Almost widowed by cars, the street of the Danish capital was abundantly populated with cyclists and guarded by modern, glassy buildings such as Krystallen. She admires her cheerful, floral, sleeveless dress, specially chosen to change her mood, in the asymmetric building with a rhombic skeleton. Shows off my legs, she thought, but immediately her eyes were drawn to the reflection of the slate paving Otto Monsted Plads, the minimalist square nearby, so she took a few steps in that direction. She looked at Krystallen from that side for the first time and found it haughty, propped up on one elbow, boasting of the hundreds of windows that mirrored the area without fail. In one of them, located close to the ground, he saw a column of German soldiers marching. They had the Hitler symbol on their sleeves. She even thought she [আরো পড়ুন]
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