without his dreams?
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Every day they invent new stories, new stories to tell children scary and imaginative, which at night will keep their eyes open, waiting for terrible imaginary monsters or beautiful fairies fulfill their dreams. But still, I think I never in my life have I heard so many new and different stories in such a short time. guess it's because I moved to the capital.
For those coming from a distant town where everything is surrounded by trees, and every house is practically a mansion, this place is a new world. In my small village closed, there were occasional encounters with strangers, people did not exist ifNo name or story, you could not hide anything. But here in the huge city, everybody looks forward and fight with their problems, their eyes are full of mystery and loneliness, because everyone is locked in its own universe and refuses to leave it.
In this whole wide world, I do not exist. For the first time, I have a name or a story, I'm just a face in the great group photo. Nobody knows me.
I felt dizzy because of the act at first. Even the repulsive smell of pollution, or the unbearable constant din managed to surprise as much as the fact of non-existence. In my frustration, I could at least spend hours watching people walk the streets, trying to decipher their eyes, wondering iflteo to see a face that looks lost ask directions to somewhere. For a split second, comes up again that strange feeling before, so intermingled in a normal scene to make it look fantastic. And then again, I remind myself that I can not dream.
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