Atomic Hits -hituri Nemuritoare- Vol. 36 -album... Review

When I woke, the record was gone. The cover lay empty on the floor, the mushroom cloud rose now just a rose. My grandmother stood in the doorway, a cup of cold tea in her hand.

My grandmother, Ana, saw it in my hands and went pale as winter. Atomic Hits -Hituri Nemuritoare- Vol. 36 -ALBUM...

“Strontium in my hair, cesium in my tea, Păpădia in the schoolyard, glowing beautifully. Atomic hits, atomic hits, dance the fallout waltz, Your skin will peel like cellophane, but don’t you mind the faults.” When I woke, the record was gone

“You heard it,” she said. It wasn’t a question. When I woke