This week Pegman takes us to Wroclaw, Poland
Feel free to stroll around the area using the Google street view and grab any picture you choose to include in your post. Note that there is both streetview and photospheres at this location.
Kelvin M. Knight
This was the building Danek saw in his prayers. Since breaking those chains of his ego, since emptying himself of falseness, the number sixty-seven had filled his prayerfulness. This building would reveal his true purpose: why Mother named him “God is my judge”.
Danek approached the building’s entrance cautiously. In an area full of colour, filling with hope, the brown bricks turning white like fermenting faeces repulsed him. Pinching his nostrils, he squinted at the graffiti until spotting a repeating word: aniolek.
‘Little angel?’ He regarded the towering doorway that was more suited to nephillim than cherubs.
Pedestrians regarded Danek with disdain. When he held empty palms to the doors and the heavy wood thumped open, they scurried away.
Bowing his head, Danek entered the candlelit interior. His nose crinkled at the stench of excrement and home brewed vodka. That devil fuel.
‘Cześć,’ he sang. ‘I’m here to help.’
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