Childhood should have been gentle and clean until possible. The gloomy, deliberately dark nights can hardly bring comfort to the souls. Street lamps, neon lights, alley -smelling winds, their teeth were carved into all of our vulnerable meat when playgrounds offered people a symbolic gift instead of idyllic peace in the age of idyllic peace.

Rather, we deliberately crossed the many distressing cradle of decades; When was it easier to survive and bearable to the born tuna indifference?! With the universe, immortal fulfillment, only the cheap consolation of our ******* body, because emotions seemed to be deliberately empty and became a dirt.

In vain we could have wanted to understand the hangman time plowing deep hind legs on our face, which rather takes away, but gives nothing in return, it depends and passes only according to our relative reality. -We have been stuck here in a barren, or maybe most eternal children, who hasn't forgotten for sure that he had once had a nursery that had a Jojo, a whirlwind, Moncsicsi, Lego, and Matchbox color switching cars in the military order.

Where were the beautiful times that were left, when we could feel that everything was much simpler and clearer because there were no obscure, unclear questions and answers?! Many times it would be so good if we were eternally comforted by the everyday vicissitudes of reality, and someone would be pushed away! It would be good if someone who is comforted in our lives!