[vc_row][vc_column width=”1/3″ css=”.vc_custom_1413271105354{padding-top: 100px !important;padding-bottom: 0px !important;}”][vc_text_separator title=”Lokomotive” subtitle=”Mix of dark, white and cardboard stationery items” style=”large” align=”left” margin=”0″][/vc_column][vc_column width=”2/3″ css=”.vc_custom_1413283996111{padding-top: 100px !important;}”][vc_row_inner][vc_column_inner width=”1/2″][vc_column_text]One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin. He lay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head a little he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections. The bedding was hardly able to cover it and seemed ready to slide off any moment. His many legs, pitifully thin compared with the size of the rest of him, waved about helplessly as he looked. “What’s happened to me?” he thought. It wasn’t a dream.[/vc_column_text][/vc_column_inner][vc_column_inner width=”1/2″][vc_column_text]One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin. He lay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head a little he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections. The bedding was hardly able to cover it and seemed ready to slide off any moment. His many legs, pitifully thin compared with the size of the rest of him, waved about helplessly as he looked.[/vc_column_text][/vc_column_inner][/vc_row_inner][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=”1/1″ css=”.vc_custom_1412335970844{padding-top: 0px !important;padding-right: 0px !important;padding-bottom: 0px !important;padding-left: 0px !important;}”][vc_single_image image=”379″ img_link_target=”_self”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=”1/1″ css=”.vc_custom_1413289412529{padding-top: 90px !important;padding-right: 160px !important;padding-bottom: 80px !important;padding-left: 160px !important;background-color: #1d1d1d !important;}” font_color=”#ffffff”][vc_column_text]

A collection of textile samples lay spread out on the table – Samsa was a travelling salesman and above it there hung a picture that he had recently cut out of an illustrated magazine and housed in a nice, gilded frame.By Some Thinker

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