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C.T.O.D.K.
With smile on red hot faces just like fresh slag and with passion of one´s own which overfulfill norms of five-year plan devote perspired machine tools to a process of shapin´ rusty pieces of human bodies...Bottomless and the darkest pit - mine "Our Brains" extends sufficient number of fuel for picture of city which the second side of coin haven´t been shown to...Home sweet home...
(Ostrava-city was, is and maybe for a while will be consider to be that dirty, black and ugly town...This was cramed to our heads for X years...But only the town itself couldn´t evoke it...This is inside brains of people who lives here, they have to beg daily borin´ cycle off, have to open their eyes and other senses to find the second - hidden and beautiful face of this post-industrial city...)
MESTO ROZKLADU
S usmevem na tvarich rozzhavenych do bela jako cerstva struska a s vasni sobe vlastni, jez prekracuje normy petiletky, se zpocene stroje oddavaji procesu obrabeni rezavych zbytku lidskych tel...Bezedna a nejtemnejši jama - dul "Nase Mozky" poskytuje dostatek paliva pro obraz mesta, jemuz neukazali druhou stranu mince...Domov - sladky domov...
(Ostrava byla, je a asi jeste nejakou dobu bude povazovana za ono spinave, cerne a hnusne mesto...Tohle se do nasich hlav hustilo X let...Mesto samotne ale za nic nemuze...Je to v mozcich lidi, kterí zde ziji, aby se dokazali oprostit od kazdodenniho nudneho kolobehu, otevreli oci i jine smysly a nasli onu druhou - svetu skrytou, nadhernou tvar tohoto post-industrialniho mesta...)
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