Sort of desolate, decayed, the smell of – I don’t want to dramatise it – but death, you know. That is what it feels like, no-man’s-land, and it is not a nice place to be.
Sort of desolate, decayed, the smell of – I don’t want to
Sort of desolate, decayed, the smell of – I don’t want to dramatise it – but death, you know. That is what it feels like, no-man’s-land, and it is not a nice place to be.
