Józsi is sitting on his bed, watching TV. His grandmother is wrapping a gift in the kitchen and coughing. It is just the two of them. On the screen a star is dying and Józsi turns up the volume. He turned eighteen today.
Józsi is sitting on his bed, watching TV. His grandmother is wrapping a gift in the kitchen and coughing. It is just the two of them. On the screen a star is dying and Józsi turns up the volume. He turned eighteen today.
