Tuesday, 12 November 2013

Mice are part of the London attraction

I saw today some  in Stratford while I was waiting for the train back home. There were small ones, so cute that you would take them at home and make them your favourite pets. I remember the ones that I used to see in Bucharest, they were the size of a cat, moving bored through the lines, as if they were waiting for the train to come and smash them away. Mice eat the dirt from the cities. No wonder the lower part of  society gets so fat. Romania protects, promotes and sustains their existence. Only if there were lines to walk on , with trains that follow them...

1 comment:

  1. i like your romanian entries better