Story written by Roman Danyluk.

"First, we smoked out of love. Then because of the endless quarrels. The cigarettes were delicious. I'm still trying to quit"

This story is like a cloud.
It has a mixed structure.
It consists of dreams and reality, of memories and daring fantasies.
It envelops various fascinating images and nicely tickles the brain.
This is a story of feelings and moods.
This is a story about love, where truth lies between consciousness and subconsciousness.
This is a story about self-deception. Absolutely conscious, voluntary self-deception.
This story is about me.
This story is about you.