Life on the roads of Remtalina is never predictable.
You’re just standing calmly in the middle of the street – maybe philosophizing, maybe waiting for a bus from 1972 – when suddenly a white van appears, dragging along a cart with a horse. But not just any cart! On it – firewood. And on the firewood – a man!
Yes, the equation is already complicated: van + rope + horse + firewood + man = total chaos.
And just when you think everything is under control, the horse decides that the grass by the roadside tastes far better than Newton’s laws. A little detour – and boom! The scene explodes. The cart tips over, the firewood dances, and the poor man is launched onto the ground like a stunt double in a low-budget movie.
And the guy who was just standing there in the middle of the road? Shocked! His eyes scream: “I was just waiting for the train, I did not sign up for this script.” With a slow step back, he distances himself from the unfolding Remtalina-style chaos.
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