
Vinteren har vært lang og kald,
bleke og små kryper vi sakte, men sikkert, ut av hiet
Her hair was bright red, like Annie from the musical. And just like Annie, she led a hard knock life, deep down in the Latvian sewer, practising her singing, her acting and her break-dance moves. It was impossible to avoid getting nasty stains on her fur coat in the process, and obviously she coldn’t afford dry-cleaning it. She didn’ t worry to much though, she knew she was destined to be a star. Her only problem was the intense odour of excrement that followed her wherever she went. It was mainly because of the dirty fur – but if she took it off, she immediately lost contact with her inner diva, and turned into a plain Jane. So she kept on practising, in hopes that her talent one day would be developed enough to compensate for the unpleasant smell.