I once lived in Rome. Every day I walked past 12 metal boards with advertisement posters that rain had soaked and wind had torn to pieces. There were only sentences out of context left. Or a lost word on the corroding metal.
I once lived in Rome. Every day I walked past 12 metal boards with advertisement posters that rain had soaked and wind had torn to pieces. There were only sentences out of context left. Or a lost word on the corroding metal.
