For me they normally happen, these career crises, often, actually, on a Sunday evening, just as the sun is starting to set, and the gap between my hopes for myself, and the reality of my life, start to diverge so painfully that I normally end up weeping into a pillow.
Za mene se one normalno događaju, te karijerne krize, često, u stvari, nedjeljom navečer, upravo kada se sunce krene spuštati i kada se jaz između mojih nada i realnosti mog života, krene razilaziti toliko bolno da normalno završim plačući u jastuk.