Creative Literature: Essays of the Space nr. 1

I live in the 9th floor of a communist building, somewhere into the finite eternity. My door’s apartment has a label with the number 40.I share the flat with six more people but I have my own space. My room is square, around 12m2 in size and has forth walls. On the whole, the house is exterior and bright. My room has short furnishing: a closet without doors, a chest of drawers, an old fashion wood chair and two kinds of suitcases: a big one for... Read More