A young man in black shorts and a white shirt is sitting cross legged on the floor throwing colored pieces of paper into the air.
A man is throwing something.
A person is swimming.
They got to a small, ruined square.
The Soviet Union marched into Manchuria in late December.
It is like Beckett written for soap operas according to Lyons.
Wrong, but hello.
It seems like no matter how hard you work, something else goes wrong.
The church was left to rot.