So, I slept for a really long time, until half an hour ago, have I missed much in this world? I don't think so. the boss of Mille the war criminal, was thinking between 5 a.m. and half an hour ago about who he would place somewhere else for me next. the boss is a Turk from an Izmir village, a freemason today and a rich man of today. he has hidden several photos of Stalin in his nightstand drawer, and he whispers quietly every night when he takes the photos out to look at: you were a farmer too, comrade