There’s a song about blue birds that live behind the rainbow. When someone has a big dream, blue bird leaves his homeland and flies away to look for the dreamer. Once they meet, the dreamer must take care of the bird, and then the bird begins to fulfill his dreams. Continue reading
In front of the school a colorful group of children got off the bus. Among them, Maya an Ann, who, as any other kid in the fourth grade, came to school alone. For the first time without their moms.
Amongst the documents flew out a scrap of paper, light as an autumn leaf. School ID No. 184/89, released in September 1989. I touch carefully its rough surface. It’s been a long time since somebody had crumpled it in his pocket. Unsightly folds took the form of smooth scratches. Blue stamp put once sweepingly, now faded. Two rusty staples pierce the black-and-white photo that depicts ten-year-old boy who looks familiar to me.
Though our life is constantly changing, places remain the same. Beaches, forests, hills do not experience with us despair or hope. They are always so patient and quiet. It always startles me when I come back to the same place after a long time.