I miss these people: simple and direct, the green and blue open gate of the lowlands, the majesty of generations, a real chamber, conversations around the table, what's new in the village: that Johnny is doing well, that he was lucky, even though he has never been a top student in geography, that Mary has a husband who loves and respects her, for he knows that you shouldn't judge a book by its cover, that a kind heart is a real treasure. It should be taught at home from an early age that there's a place above the door where Christ on a wooden cross is waiting suffering, patient - he doesn't complain that every day he has to see that it's not easy here - everyone shall get as much as in the will all deeds weigh on the scale, and the clock counts the days and hours and works evenly: sometimes he would like to slow down the heart of the machinery, but the big hand is constantly urging the small one oh, how can a whole comprise in one life, can you excuse yourself, divide into smaller pieces? - you need to be a human and to be cheerful in your life.