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There is an image in my mind that I know will never disappear. It was a rainy night in autumn or winter. I was around 16-17. There was a young man who wanted to cross the street . The cars stopped to let him pass. I was with my father. He stopped the car too. I was looking at the man, he was young and it seemed that he was walking on the clouds. He looked at the cars with the eyes which had been beautiful someday. I thought to myself “He is looking but looking at nothing”!




