It's the youth heim, and my old room. I do miss the view.
I remember doing something to this door that made it like this, but I forget what.
It's the youth heim, and my old room. I do miss the view.
I remember doing something to this door that made it like this, but I forget what.
Some observations about the youth heim, my venerable home in the country of wonder and flying chopsticks.