tears me somehow through these last few days.
Because the one hand, my bad .. very bad. I'm tired, I have a lot, I have a reluctance to myself and the circumstances .. I feel like everything
quit and go somewhere far, far away. Still in the hope that it is possible to escape from itself.
For myself I do not understand that nothing I do not know I need to do something because I still envy and I think it's not fair ..
I'd like to sink into the abyss of depression, sadness and general disintegration.
can not do that.
Because Japan can not.
I still have so much some of conscience, not to self-pity at a time when thousands of people are dying somewhere.
earthquake, tsunami and the outbreak of nuclear power plants to this ..
I look at my smiling colored children, Cliff, who, though tired, comes home from work is always a warm word for me, I always hug.
drink hot coffee with a book in hand, talking with friends, eat a sandwich and then I take a warm bath ...
enough that the eyes have it:
day before I watched a program about the slums in Kenya, in which an adult man British actor Lenny Henry keel spend five days with the orphans, and crying over their fate
Apparently the point of view depends on the point of the seat ...
When he finally reaches this my empty head, as now I am sitting in a measure comfortably ..?
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