People are just people, no matter where they come from or where they go! Sometimes it is very difficult to extract thoughts, build emotions or analyze people’s dreams into a reality. People are a rare material, difficult to describe with only simple words. Months ago, I was walking around the shore (boardwalk) — Wildwood — watching hundreds of people, talking and admiring them as mere bystanders. They glowed with stranger looks, at least for me, a foreigner among such a diverse culture. I tried with my vain philosophy to compose real characters, distil stories, and absorb human subjects at its … Continue reading People…

What do we forget when we remember that stories are left untold? What do we think each year, day, week, month…? Millions don’t come home from war. Another hundred million who lived to bear its scar, fear, despair… What they are dying for, and we forget. How stupid we are! The hurricane winds of war have hurled them as far away as Mars, and they can never go back home again, not really, there is no place where they are missed. After their terrifying — deadly dance with death, their old world of babies, backyards, dolls, magic fairy tales and … Continue reading Children and Wars…