"I feel like I could drive to Tokyo right now!" Vedran shouted over the roar of the saxophone.
Damir, the keyboardist, was slumped against the window. "I think I’m seeing double," he muttered. "And not the good kind of double where we get paid twice." dubioza_kolektiv_ultra_mix_za_dusu_i_tijelo
The old Volkswagen Transporter, nicknamed "The Yellow Bee," was currently defying the laws of physics. It was hurtling down a winding Balkan mountain pass at three in the morning, held together by duct tape, stickers, and the sheer willpower of five exhausted musicians. "I feel like I could drive to Tokyo right now