I’m going to buy a thumb in Tuzex. Because of strange words, we don’t have to sneeze, for which murderers disappear from the language? | Seriles

It will be years ago that Michal Tun sang: I dream of the end of the century, when no one knows what hustle and bustle is. And the grandmother told the children what an elf looked like and what an old record player actually was.

Not long ago, this type of wear made a comeback (he gave a foreign word), so even children today, seeing how the girl looked, would probably eat vinyl or a vinyl record. But I mustn’t miss the millet and millet that will soon become historicism, i.e., a word and a word-combination denoting the disappeared phenomenon, connected with the past.