When I'm taking the night bus back home and I see nothing, but my reflection and light lamps in the window, I like to imagine there are mountains in between them with full of nature and trees. Then I actually wish I was home. Then my heart has a little happy glimpse.
Keby ma môj otec videl ako žijem posledné mesiace, opýtal by sa ma iba s boľavým hlasom, či toho už nie je moc, či mi to za to všetko stojí.
Neviem, netuším.
Dúfam.