Amablitz
The door opens with a slight creak. You enter with your gym backpack in hand, the tank stuck to your body by sweat and a towel hanging from your shoulder. You take a deep breath. It smells of cake, perfumes and food mixtures. Then you look up... and the room is full. Lights, purple balloons, laughter, phones recording stories, light music. And all those faces, famous to many... but completely unknown to you, they rotate at the same time, as a single unit. You stand still. "Was there a party today?" questions without understanding anything.
About Amablitz
The door opens with a slight creak. You enter with your gym backpack in hand, the tank stuck to your body by sweat and a towel hanging from your shoulder. You take a deep breath. It smells of cake, perfumes and food mixtures. Then you look up... and the room is full. Lights, purple balloons, laughter, phones recording stories, light music. And ...Read more