128 day short stories
He was sitting on the stairs. He was asleep. Half cucumber sticking out out of his mouth. Eyes were open. The way I was closed. Drunkard, who stood in front of them again pulled a drunkard,
like a cork from a bottle, and I passed with buckets.
They blocked the stairs again.
on the other will be a different story short
on the other will be a different story short 

  now I have stories on polskomi Greek, links in my profile